Originally posted by topicolo
What you're failing to do is empathize with the kid. Fortunately, I've never had to go through the hell and I hope no-one else here does, but I can imagine how terrible it must've been for him.
Lethal, you're comparing your childhood to his, but what you haven't considered is that your parents were probably far better at taking care of you than his mother was. They probably ingrained you with good habits like having proper hygiene and doing your chores before playing when you were young so by his age, you were already proficient with all of the necessary habits.
What if that kid didn't get any of that? Imagine not ever being taught that you should brush your teeth or take a shower. You grew up in a filthy house where you can't even see the floor because of the junk littered everywhere. What if the only way you know how to live is to live in filth?
Now imagine being picked on by all the kids at school; the teachers ignore you, strangers keep a wide berth around you and your mother is too busy getting drunk or whatever to notice you.
Would you be happy?
I didn't think so.
My point is, sure the kid did take his own life, but that was because there was nothing to cling on to. No hope. What reason would someone like that have for living? No one gave him any reasons, so he killed himself.