Here is tribute to my generation

I find that most people put on disorders as they please
like colorful scarves of false agony to lure the pure into the world of **** suicide
these liars, these cheats aren't sure what pain is and try to invent it for themselves
but here
here is an ode to my fellows, to my little spindly girls with fake smiles and dead eyes
to my beautiful sad boys hiding scars in the dark room of a desperate ****
all seeking a connection to each other when everything in the world is lonely
all coughing on cigarettes to please their so and so and whoever
I am impressed at their strength
I am amazed at the power they have even though they think they are weak
to you kids who stopped praying
because god stopped listening
I want to take you into my arms and fuse our atoms like the nuclear fusion in the core of the sun
I want you to know that the world is a ****** place but we suit it because we are too
this is for the girls who dropped dead after their 80th day living on coffee and twisted will
this for the ones who managed to live only to die inside when they were healthy again
this is for the boys who sliced their arms open to find nothingness but instead woke up in the arms of a hospital bed with bandages and the moans of their mother's grief
this is for the ones who succeeded, found in a pool of their own hot red misery
to those kids who ****** and ****** up, lost themselves in smoky haze and pill-party dreams
this is your ode
this is your song of irreverence and heartbreak and hangovers and regret
this is your song of strength and beauty and love and friendship and the perfect cup of coffee
this is your here
this is your now