Catch Em' All

Home from school, it was a hard day. Finally, some breathing room from the bullies’ pain.
Pick up the phone to relax, and there they are again, hitting a second time.
Zeros and ones pierce them like bullets. There is no end. The pressure is high. The only rest is when they close their eyes.
We foster them into a world with few benefits, mostly pain, and for what sake? What is supposed to be the gain?