A whisper of my heart

A conversation

And again I'm thinking ' I'm listening to these words my whole life.'

'You, young people are always so sad and never talk to much. You seem lost and far away from us. '

'Well that's because we are, we are dreamers. Loosing our heads in clouds.
Because staying on the ground simply hurts so much.' Said a girl while whipping her tears down.

The old man laughed
'What can hurts you so much? I can't understand.'

'Okay, I'll say it again. We are dreamers living in a hell. There's a war that has come with social media and mobile phones. And the war didn't miss any of us. We look sad because we are.
Hopelessly trying to save our lives.
We are dreamers. We want to make the world a better place. There's so much pain. People are mentally killing each other. We suffer from depression. We are left alone with our feelings. Nobody seems to be listening. We think we can't be ourselves in this nowadays. There's just no way. We are being destroyed by social media. And it's never easy to escape. And eventually the only thing we are truly longing for is a peace.
So Please.
I'm talking to you with respect,
Next time when you see a kid like me, crying. Don't laugh. Sit beside them and show them the beauty that you can still see.
Cause you never know what they're battling with.
Next time just don't laugh, and maybe you would save someone's life.'