We live in a world full of boosters and budgets. Lawyers, multi-billion dollar companies. Hospital bills and eviction notices clutter our mailboxes. Grieving families have to pay for a tombstone, I’ve never felt so alone. I’ve realized painful truths about where we reside. Our press is begging for clicks and warping truth for views. Most lies, they divide our burdened youth. Addicted to TV screens with little truth in them. The heart of a generation eradicated, we’re numb and dim. With nobody to trust we take to the web. Sheltered in home, we’re in over our heads. Convenience and peace have made us all complacent, lazy and uncreative. Our kids are raised to do what they want, not what they need. Dysfunctional from birth, we’ve become borderline criminals when we turn eighteen. We grow up with no role models to see.
When true wrong occurs here, nobody speaks. Taught to wait until spoken to, sit down and look pretty. Generation on minimum wage, most barely survive. Nation ain’t here to help, Nation says “better luck next time” as they proceed to take you for what you’re worth. No sympathies, no condolences. A pyramid scheme to get in your wallet, the ones who rule over us are ruled by big checks. We’re slaves to slaves, it’s pathetic.
Dead end jobs, we’re imprisoned in cubicles. Living lies, not lives, for other people. Always stuck in “average”, our schools peddle out quantity over quality. Thrusted into adulthood with no favors given, foreign hands in our pockets and loaded guns to our backs, we’re slaves to the system. Taxes, impacted by law we’re bound by in fear. Government control, they rule with absolutes. We’re grey people in a black and white world. To escape men in suits who use deep lingo to bully us, we turn to vices but each one has their own prices. Rising death rate, it no longer shocks me. I’m just in a state of sadness.
Court dates and faux parades to celebrate snow globe “freedom”. Politicians playing poker with leaders as puppets, we drown in dreams and art we make when we’re lost. That’s how you get a Carolina kid writing about suicide because everywhere he looks it just makes him wanna die. No path in sight, there’s burning in my eyes. These words I write are metaphorical cuts on my wrist, pain to subdue pain. After exposed to corruption in this game, I’m no longer the same as I was. Depression’s been a seed in me since I was thirteen, now a jungle of bitterness has grown in me. Clouds cover my mind. Barely able to comprehend my place in this world. I’ve had to give an arm and a leg for artificial happiness because real happiness comes rare, most don’t have the grip to keep it long. Today I’m alive, but I wonder how long? In suicide, I’ll add a digit to a statistic you’ll use to further your narrative when you appear on TV to argue politics. We come back full circle to the roots of our issues and that irony alone depresses me enough. What kind of world do we live in?