It has somehow weaved into my once strong heart
And slowly changed and altered my personality and identity into someone I am terrified of
I'm still the Guinea pig who is being tested on for a 'cure'
My depression is my worst nightmare
Yet, it is the only thing I have left

My lord
I am on my own two knees
Breathing in the thin air or sweet salvation
Bloodied by fatal regret
Your replicated crown of thorns cutting through my bloodied head
I am beaten
Again
And again
And again
Who will love me?
Who will fight?
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
Will?
I am on my own two knees
Breathing in the thin air of sweet salvation

You're tweeting
Texting
Face Timing
Whatsapping
SMSing
Facebooking
Skyping
Yet you seem to disconnect yourself from the authenticity of the present
She, he, them, us- are all gone
Congratulations on your 'social media'
Because now the only thing you can really socialise with, is nothing
So think about the next time you decide to choose social media
Are you willing to risk it all in return for a like, comment or message on a screen?