Once, there was this boy, everyone mocked him, bullied him, and always made fun of him. No one supported him, he had no friends and even his family used to take him for granted. He used to cry under his bed, awoke all night trying to figure out the meaning of his useless life. It was not once, nor twice, but a total of three times he tried to suicide, but every time he tried to, something used to stop him, and that 'something' was much more like a feeling of some kind of 'hope'.