A cultural sickness.
We don’t deal, we sleep.
We don’t pray, we take a pill.
It’s not about getting better, it’s about covering up the symptoms.
We turn up the music so that the world will fade.
It’s a cultural sickness and I’m a part of it just like you are.
It shouldn’t hurt like this, but it does.
I should be better, but I’m not.
I can’t shake it, so I take a pill.
My life feels empty, fill it with empty things.
It is a cultural sickness when no one deals with life.
It’s a cultural sickness when emo becomes cool.
It’s a cultural sickness when we excuse bad behavior with depression.
It’s a cultural sickness when the excuse is easier than accountability.
It’s a cultural sickness when everyone is diagnosed with depression.
But what if I actually am?