I think I know what's wrong with our generation. What all the adults and elders won't figure out and what we keep hiding from.
The truth is,
Their generation wanted to live, just to survive because it was enough. Living was enough.
Our generation has no reason to want to survive. No motivation to because nothing we do will ever be enough.
Life is just: wake up, school. wake up, school. Repeating and repeating.
What will the future be? wake up, work. wake up, work.
It will never end and never amount to anything.
There is no reason to live.
We have no reason to live.
The only options we seem to be able to find is
Kill ourselves,
Find anything no matter how insane or extreme to follow and fight for,
Or live as a husk with no reason to do anything at all, not even live.
We're broken even if nothing has happened to us, even if we have it so much better than they did, because we have no reason to survive while they do.
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Poems of a broken artist
PoesiaDifferent poems to work on helping myself and others. Mostly just to try something new. usually going to be sad but I like happy endings.