My friends are ignoring me. Nobody wants to acknowledge the pain that I carry.
Will I get over this feeling of being deeply misunderstood?
Dear Deeply Hurt
There are kids out there who need comfort and help, these kids are “the hurt ones,” the ones that you see with their faces down on the desk or who come to school late so that people won’t ask “What’s wrong?”
There’s a reason why they give no answer, because they know we’ll forget about it since we are all too busy paying attention to ourselves (and taking selfies).
I understand their scars: what I mean by scars are not cutting yourself, but living with hurt feelings that are never spoken or acknowledged. Most people turn away from those feelings. The “hurt ones” are invisible to the crowd, or are seen as weird or creepy.
I tell you everyone has scars, so don’t hide away from us, get to know us. “Scars are meant to be heard, not meant to be kept”