I am just part of a broken generation,
alienated, useless, a symptom of boredom and despair.
We are a generation of suicides.
We are not victims.
We are the executioners of our own souls.
We voluntarily crucified ourselves
on the cross of hopelessness.
Our boredom is a drug
that we inject into our veins,
just so we don\'t feel
how everything real is decaying.
We are not alienated.
We ran away.
We hid
because we were afraid of our own shadows.
We are the architects of the emptiness
that now eats away at us from within.
With precision,
we carved out of our souls everything
that could have saved us:
resistance, rage, faith.
Our pain is not a tragedy.
It is fake blood
in a cheap play
that we ourselves have staged.
We cry over our wounds,
which we have inflicted on ourselves.
We are not broken.
We voluntarily surrendered ourselves
to scrap.
We exchanged real longing
for surrogate emotions.
We traded the opportunity for rebellion
for a comfortable cage.
And now we are simply
walking monuments to our own cowardice.
Ghosts who chose non-existence for themselves,
but continue to whine about
how they lack light.