This user is loosing interest in everything
like tabs left open, forgotten, buffering.
Notifications blink like dying stars,
but none are worth the effort of looking.

Conversations feel like code
written in languages I unlearned.
but mean none of them.

Even the mirror loads too slowly,
and when it does,
the face looks like someone
mid-update,
stuck.

The days autoplay.
The nights glitch.
And somewhere in the background,
I hear the soft hum
of systems shutting down.

I always thought there were two kinds of love,
The kind you’d die for
The kind you’d **** for.

But you my love,
Is the kind of love to live for,
A world without you,
Is a world left to rot.

My soul ached,
ached for something that wasn't there,
fragments of sanity,
or something left,
anything

but my hands just tore through air,
nothing—
nothing—
nothing to hold,
no real thing left to touch.
Was it real?

Time doesn’t tick anymore,
it just rots in the corners,
empty hours I can't fill
with anything that feels real.

faces I know,
but don't
eyes that stare and don’t care, (must they care?)
lips that move,
but nothing comes out.

The stars shine
but I don’t see it.
I stand there waiting
for something to make sense,
but nothing ever does,
nothing will.

I tried to die,
but I just ended up
standing here,
an echo of life
waiting to vanish.

I like pizza,
No I love pizza,
More thank anything,
anyone.

I think about it obsessively,
Dreaming of it,
Praying for it,
Craving for it.

This isn't about pizza

I just want a day,
where it doesn’t feel like i'm falling apart anymore,
A day i feel completely okay
But such a day will never exist,
Will it?

Writers hurt,
In a way no one can hurt
We dont cry,
We bleed on paper.

And i will forever bleed on paper,
Everyday;
For the rest of
My years.

But I let the same problems steal these tears,
It’s not a choice,
I’m tired every day.

I just want a day.
where it doesn’t feel like i'm falling apart anymore,
A day.

Your not dead,
But it feels like you are.

I'll scroll past a stranger on the internet,
But I know their soul,
The hurt in their life,
The people they like,
The life they live,
Their favourite food,
Song,
Artist,
Their favourites

How do you know a person,
And they’re still strangers?

Your not dead,
But your memory fades,
And the laughter from us on the couch,
Irking eachother and eating icecream.
The sound of our home,
Full of giggles and smiles.
The family I yearned for.
The care I yearned for.

Who will make me giggle when I cry?
And listen to my worthless words?
To indulge my every whim,
And cook me food when i'm hungry,

Who will take care of you,
Make sure your healthy,
And bother you,
Borrowing something from your room every day,
Sitting on your bed and telling each other about our day,
Who we hate
Who we love
Who we judge

You live,
But not in my world
Your walking around somewhere,
Content with your new life,
I hope you are.
But i'm not.
I smell your smells and think of you,
I listen to your songs
I play your games
And think of then.

Where did they go?
Where did you go?
Why did you have to go?

“What do you see in him?”
Everything you’re too blind to see,
Too foolish to know

I see everything in him,
An everything only I get to see.
I see everything.

“What do you see in him?”
Everything you don’t see.

The stars in his eyes,
The warmth of the sun in his touch,
The world is him.

And it is the only world I'll ever need.
I see in him,
What you don’t