A broken generation.

It's what we are. It's what we have become. It's what we will continue to be if we don't find a way to change.

There is only so much a person can handle, and once they reach a certain point, they break. But how do we know where that breaking point is for each person? How can we decide that some are broken, some are cracked, some are shattered, yet some are still whole? What defines a person as broken?

Is it crying in the shower?
Is it shutting the world out with headphones?
Is it constantly sleeping to hide from the world?
Is it isolating ourselves from those who care?
Because these are the things that our generation has become accustomed to, and if these define a person as broken, aren't we all completely shattered?

The only problem is, we try our best to disguise those cracks. Everyday, we put on a smile, a mask of some sort, and leave the house to a world where people believe we are whole, when in reality, we are far from it. The daily stress we receive and the expectations we are expected to meet just add to the pressure building up inside that is forcing us to crack to be relieved in any way possible.

Our disguise is the reason we cannot seem to get a grasp on who is broken, and in not being able to recognize the brokenhearted, the broken-spirited, we have nothing that will help to glue those pieces together to make life bearable.

We are all broken in some way, so how do we expect to help the shattered when we are cracked ourselves?

We are a generation of broken souls and broken minds and broken hearts.
We are a generation in need of a helping hand to fit us all back together to be whole again.
We are a generation of puzzle pieces hoping to be a complete picture one day.