Entropic Youth

What is this fascination with the youth and death? This entire grim facade which shrouds their being? Is life so unbearable one needs to descend into a realm of death to avoid that of the living? I find them strange. I wonder if they were loved enough as a child, or picked up at all? It seems the parental causality would be on the money, with parents working two jobs sometimes three they haven’t the time to connect with their children, the ones they helped bring to being. It would seem they would? Right? Or is it the youth feel the parents wouldn’t understand? Do they view them as undying creatures set upon this earth to regulate, intimidate and humiliate them? Lessons to learn and catastrophes to avoid for me. But anyway some input from the youth would be good.