BY: JASMYN BEMBOOM
Staff Writer
We are the generation
Of the irrevocably broken
Of the dead but walking,
Of the meticulously hidden and the beautiful lost.
We are the generation
Of popping pills in place of life,
Of accidental overdoses and mixed up meds,
Of orange bottles and white coats.
We are the generation
Of the drinking alone to quench the pain,
Of drugs coursing through our veins make the sadness go away,
Of needles and shot glasses.
We are the generation
Of the “academically competitive”,
Of panic attacks every night,
Of straight A’s and hollow eyes.
We are the generation
Of whispers behind the palms,
Of fake smiles to hide and judgement
Of the hateful and the lonely.
We are the generation
Of skipped dances and skipped meals,
Of scales weighted heavy with broken hearts,
Of self loathing and heartbreak.
We are the generation
Of the future.