generation of suicides.

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.