Empty Echoes of Unsocial Media

your stare

following me through time

a virtual presence,

Ever there.

I ask for help

In desperation for

you

to care,

To care about me.

Help me to eat,

keep a roof over my body

and safety around my heart

Yet I receive

Nothing.

I sit waiting, hoping,

Praying for freedom

reaching out to you,

only for empty echoes

of the past

Chanting, taunting my mind

“Nobody cares” on repeat.

On repeat.

On repeat.

They were just there to stare

to watch

the struggle

With detachment

Feeding their brains with

Cheap dopamine

You can turn them off,

choose to stop

being their puppet.

Stop sharing your thoughts

Delete your page

Delete your tweets

Delete yourself from their mind

in order to find

yourself

free from the the lie

the emotional strings

of painful belief

that they care