There is no point.
The validation
I feel by
The likes I get,
The loves I missed
Because of
The screen in
Front of my
Eager face.  
Pathetic.
Parasitic.
Pointless.
Death to the social network.

In the darkness,
Sleep, I lie...
I lie there thinking,
Night-day-dreaming,

But in the cold,
I feel you sigh...
In my skin,
I feel you here.

I breathe you in,
I hold your hair...
But in the darkness,
You're not there.

And when I wake,
I know not where...
Just know you're gone
And you don't care.

I'm screaming inside of myself.
Nothing is stopping the pain,
but the skin on my soul.

I'm in a uniform,
I'm in my jeans,
I'm in my night clothes,
I'm naked under water,

The desire to cry out
Tear's at my throat,
To yell anything into the void,
To release the shame,
the embarrassment,
angst and anxiety.

Tell myself it will be "OK".
After all, it's just today.

It's just a day.

Wrath so strong as river runs in fear,
I hold you tight to black heart with my claws.
I rage against you, yet, pray you were here,
**** the wretch who composed lover’s laws.
Our heart of pain is like a rattle snake;
We strike; then death, now in your blood, does spread,
But ‘fore we bit, we told you! We did shake!
Yet now it is too late and you are dead.
Then running home we’ll shriek, “Never again!
shall Man control my soul and mind and tears…”
Yet someday we’ll say “But he’s Heaven sent!”
Infatuation washed ‘way all our fears.
We kiss our lover strong with lust and thrill,
while in the woods, our last one lies so still…