I confess I’m addicted to my phone My observations tell me I’m not alone For when you venture out it’s plain to see The majority of us are glued to our screens
Whether on the tube or pushing a pram We all have devices in our hands Surfing the net or social networking Everyone obsessed with being plugged in
It’s getting so bad even in company We’re not fully there as we view our screens And now there are warnings from TFL Not to fall down escalators as a result of this swell
In checking our messages, writing posts Face to face interaction up in smoke We’d rather be alone in the cyber world Than engaging in reality with other boys and girls
It is an epidemic that’s spreading extremely fast Thus it seems that human contact could become a thing of the past No need to leave the house anymore When everything can be ordered and delivered to your door
A society of zombies isolated could we become If we don’t down devices and venture out into the scrum And mingle with other beings physically there Where we can look them in the eye and maintain that stare
Connecting on a basic level without the aid of WiFi And concentrating on each other instead of being distracted by Notifications and little beeps Incoming communication that never sleeps
And keeps you up all night as your brain just can’t switch off From all the incessant stimuli we’re inundated with Time to give it a rest, take a break just for a while Look up from your laptops and perhaps give someone a smile
Watch where you are going, don’t get yourself run over Be present in the moment and you hopefully won’t fall over Have a coffee with someone instead of instant messaging Regard the world around you taking note of everything
Don’t zone out and go into a solitary trance Assemble your tribe, spin some tunes, have a little dance Limit your time on the World Wide Web Grab yourself a hottie and get jiggy with them instead
I’m talking to myself As well as anyone else Your family and chums are precious And deserve nothing less
Than your undivided attention For one day there’ll come a time When perhaps they’re no longer around And you regret being online.
She popped pills To catch thrills Chasing dreams While searching for something real Addict is her identity Chasing highs but end up catching lows Empty was her heart She fell in love With something that tore her apart Popping pills to feed her ego This addiction she didnt want let go Now to the grave she goes
one Be gentle, because they don’t know any better. I know that you’re the child, and I know that you’re scared, and I know that it isn’t your job to be gentile or kind but I also know that being gentile is easier than being angry.
two Make sure to give up your heart and soul first. Take your feeling and put them into a box, and shove that box far away because God knows that they’ll only heart them anyways.
three Read well and often. Send your mind into a new, completely different world for a little while. You need it. We all need it.
four Learn how to be distant. Learn how to love from afar. Being close will only hurt more in the long run.
five The most important part of loving an alcoholic is loving you first. You are not your parent’s mistakes. You are not what caused them to break so harshly that they turned to a bottle rather than a book, a drink rather than their daughter.
I learned how to love an alcoholic before I learned to love myself. And to this day, I’m still learning.