Existing in a generation lost among cut wrists and broken hearts

My generation has nothing to be remembered by. We have no great movements. No great challenges we overcame. No great discoveries. What do we have? What will my generation be remembered for?
My generation is the generation of depression. Not a Great Depression that will be recorded in history textbooks twenty years from now. Ours is a depression that cuts much deeper, into our souls, and into our wrists.
My generation is lost.
I wish I could save my generation. I wish I could start a great movement. I wish I could overcome a great challenge. I wish I could make a great discovery. I wish I could make my generation great. But how can I save my generation when I cannot even save myself?
I am lost.

I want to do more than just exist.

Everytime I close my eyes I relive our last night together. I remember how it felt when you held my hand, when you touched my lips. I remember our last kiss. Our kiss goodbye. It didn't hit me until I was boarding the plane that I had actually fallen for you, and that I would never see you again.
Why can't things ever work out perfectly?