It's been raining since I woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon
I can hear it throughout this empty house, in this empty room
I've been here all day, it's 3:53(AM) now
Literally all day, and I'm thinking "wow…"
The only person I've seen at all today was my mother
Well, Mrs. Internet, at least we have each other

I can't even find a job
I have nothing to do with myself
I didn't take a shower this morning
And I must've masturbated like 5 hundred times
My mouth is fuzzy and I only taste sour
I feel like a piece of subhuman slime
Wearing red sweats and a ***** tank top
Still having crust under my eyes from when I woke up
It's a good thing I guess, lack of human interaction
I'm like a corpse in a chair, just less attraction
And my friends are all busy so we can't get together
I couldn't even go outside to enjoy sunny weather

Thank God for my pets, and you, Internet

Only two people chatted with me..... briefly
There's a fine line between insanity and imagination
Same thing goes for boredom and relaxation
When I count a day in facebook notifications
So, I'm kinda depressed, goodbye motivation
I'm a complete failure concerning human relations
I need some elation to ease this frustration
Something other than even more *******
Like a car filled with babes and a freeing sensation
Or a trek through the woods and across the nation
Devoid of people who sympathize with my situation
Which is long overdue for complete termination
Of this trepidation moving towards desperation
As I'm slowly coming to the awful realization
That I'm a complete loser… congratulations
I can't even write a poem worth your admiration
So I guess you won't save me from this isolation

Even Runescape is boring me to tears
Please, Ms. Internet, that's the worst of my fears
That even you'll abandon me, don't drop me off here
In this empty house, back in this empty room
Which is becoming more and more like a tomb
Because I'm feeling more and more like I'm dead
Are your viruses viruses? Have they actually spread?
Out of your motherboard and into my head

I'm blacking out and losing long lapses of time
I think I'm out, time to end this troubled rhyme
But you know I'll still be here, dead eyes on blue screens
Mouth as sour as before, clothes still unclean
Browsing through pictures of strangers and what they have to show
Not being able to tell if time is moving too fast or too slow
Headaches have grown, are growing, and they'll grow, grow, and grow
And I'm ******* again, just thought you should know

I'll finish off a couple more cups of cold coffee
Thanking Ms. Internet that the reader can't see me