Between all the photo uploads
That scream with ostentatious desperation,
"Hey! Look at how many people love me!"
"I'm so happy!"
I check my social media sites frequently.
Almost as if thinking,
"maybe in the last ten minutes
Something drastic will have happened...
And just maybe this happening
will suddenly give my life meaning once again."
But when I see that Facebook has not, in fact,
thrown me miracles,
I scroll through these uploads and tags mindlessly.
They seem to mock me!
Almost as if screaming,
"You're drowning your youth in ***** and loneliness
behind a charade of shallow interactions."
It makes me sick.
Because as I stare at these faces,
Smiling and chipper,
With their hugs and their memories...
I have never felt so utterly alone.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
Between all the photo uploads
That scream with ostentatious desperation,
"Hey! Look at how many people love me!"
"I'm so happy!"
I check my social media sites frequently.
Almost as if thinking,
"maybe in the last ten minutes
Something drastic will have happened...
And just maybe this happening
will suddenly give my life meaning once again."
But when I see that Facebook has not, in fact,
thrown me miracles,
I scroll through these uploads and tags mindlessly.
They seem to mock me!
Almost as if screaming,
"You're drowning your youth in ***** and loneliness
behind a charade of shallow interactions."
It makes me sick.
Because as I stare at these faces,
Smiling and chipper,
With their hugs and their memories...
I have never felt so utterly alone.
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