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?