Music & Books, a cure to my soul 💝
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Music & Books, a cure to my soul 💝
We are the suicide kids The generation between x and y Who saw the end of world but didn’t know what it meant Who have more slit wrists and psych appointments then opportunities I wish this was a brighter poem But we are the kids who hid from the abuse behind masks of false smiles We know how to work harder because we’re competing with people twice our age and skill And no matter how much training we can’t fix it There’s more drugs then hope And everyone knows a drug dealer, or 6 We are the abused that became abusers Giving each other mental scars I’m not sure will ever heal We are the kids who don’t know what’s behind the mask Because we never got a chance to explore I’m not blaming our parents They did the very best they could in a world that changed so drastically I can’t say I’d do it any different I tried to grab on to the remnants of what I thought our identity was But it got lost somewhere between the lines of the people we want to be and who we are A generation that’s so sick of having to carry knives and pepper spray Who know what it’s like to sit silent in a room full of predators We aren’t perfect But our killjoy noise stains the flag Most of us have fallen into some kind of hell We call it home easily Always know someone who lost their war We are comfortable at graveyards At ease in church halls from funerals Have a list of songs they can’t play anymore And maybe this time we’ll do better But this is all we’ve got
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