My friend had to go to a psych wardI pray that i’ll never go thereI had to call 988 … againI can’t stop cryingI never sleepI wish I was never bornI want to hurt againI entertain myself with seriously dark thoughtsI turn the heat up in the showerAnd the lights offI judge my bodyAnd then my faceMy heart beats butThis is not livingAnd they still say…“Everything will be okay”This generation is not okay.