The endless scrolling through picture and videos of strangers,
feeling overstimulated but can't stop.
Stop comparing other people's picture perfect lives to yours.
The realization that you are nothing more than just a speck of dust with no significance, kicks in.
Then the loneliness crushes down on you and you feel empty,
but you don't stop,
you keep scrolling,
because once you stop all those feelings attack you
like you are the villain that needs to be slayed.
It has a chain around our throats and everyone's too scared to just stop,
and feel what needs to be felt.
YOU ARE READING
It's not all black and white
PoetryA personal collection of all my poems. >TW< This is my first book so if you enjoyed reading my poems feel free to vote and leave a comment. ❤️ Lots of love
