The Generation

We are the generation

of exhausted but fighting,

of holding onto our wrecked lives,

of drowsy eyes and unstable mind.

We are the generation

of tormenting thoughts in fidgety nights,

of popping in pills to be able to survive, 

of drinking alone and drowning in smoke to withstand the plight.

We are the generation 

of over thinking and bleeding in cuts,

of panic attacks out of the blue,

of lonesome feeling without no clue.

We are the generation 

of diffidence and judgments,

of hiding pain behind the smile,

of cracked voice and dark circles.

We are the generation 

of skipped meals and skipped exercises,

of punching walls and breaking glasses,

of bruises and scars.

We are the generation 

of broken glasses,

of broken hearts...