This digital world kills me.
Slowly.
Feelings of heartbreak, loneliness,
Laughter, happiness, and excitement
Swallow you whole.

You can’t trust them.
It feels real, at first.
But this isn’t reality.

You must know that.
She did know.
But she dove right in, anyways.

The problem with being different...
Is that you look elsewhere for friendship.
And love.

It’s not all bad.
But mostly, it is.

She was curious, at first.
Simple conversations.
So genuine.

So, when it happened,
She felt nothing.

Deep in her heart,
Perhaps, she felt something.
Worry?
Care?

She never dared to show it.
Because she believed it
To be a form of weakness

That will consume you
And bury you
Alive.