Shit Happens

We Are Just Us

They say our generation is the savior, the helpers. I don't believe them,
They say we are going to change something, but we aren't anything or extraordinary, we are just us,
There is this stigma connected to us, it says You Will Change Something,
You have to change something,
But my question to you is: what if we can't? What if we don't? Who will you use as your backup?
The cold hard truth of the matter is we are not and probably will never be the savior, the helpers, the people they want us to be,
The truth is more depressing than anyone wants to face. The truth is, the saviors, the helpers, the people you want us to be?
Yeah, most of these kids are more obsessed with suicide and wanting to leave this place than wanting to get to college or finding their purpose,
I just can't understand how so many people can call us the things and put us up to such high expectations when we don't know anything, we don't care about anything, and we definitely don't do anything,
More and more of your saviors have already given up and are just waiting to be able to lose everything so they won't be too guilty for letting that man or woman that loves us have to find us hanging from the ceiling like a fan,
Or find us with our wrist cut to ribbons and a note that tries to explain how we just couldn't do it anymore and saying how you were there but you weren't enough,

Can they face that we aren't the savior, we aren't the helpers, we aren't the ones?
Can they accept we are all misfits in our own way?
Can they bear that we are not what you wish we were?
Can they endure that we are just kids trying to figure out our place and find love?
Trying to figure out why we are here, and trying to stay alive for one more day, not just to say they did, no that is not enough, but to live to be able to hope against hope that tomorrow will be better than the last,
To hope that tomorrow your dad will stop drinking and hitting you, mom.
To hope that your sister will stop coming into your bed and touch you where you didn't know you were supposed to be touched,
Hoping that you won't be able to relate to the person that just shot up that school yesterday,
Hoping against hope that change will come,
Hoping something will happen, good or bad,
And sometimes we just hope that we will die because we just can't do anymore,
We are not what you want us to be,
We aren't broken but we aren't quite fixed ether,
We are just us,
Nothing more, nothing less,
Just us. 

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I found this when I was looking through my old works in Google Docs. It seemed like it was deemed for strangers eyes.

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