Endless Suffering

Hanging out with street punks, I often see them acting like crazy people under the influence of illegal drugs. I got to know them because I thought they were people who, like me, lived in torment and were neglected.I have heard every story of their lives. They left comfortable homes with sufficient food supplies, torturing themselves because they did not get enough attention from their parents.The suffering they feel is nothing compared to what I have experienced. I live relying only on myself.