This is not a poem, but I still wanted to share it on here. I wrote this from my own experience btw
But then you notice, it's all fake. It's not real. Reality hits you in the guts and you start coughing up blood. It's like you've been delusional all this time. Why doesn't it hurt yet? Why? And that's when you realize that... you're too far gone. You've lost your hold on reality and regaining it seems impossible. You keep using the internet to increase your dopamine levels and it's starting to suck you in. It's consuming slowly and you don't even seem to care that much. You try to feel hurt, you try to cry, but noting happens. You've lost reality. You've lost yourself. 'This has to stop' is a faint thought in the back of your mind, but you keep ignoring it. It used to have an impact on you, but now it's merely a little crumb of hope, that you don't care about in the slightest. There's no point anymore. It's too late. You might as well lose yourself even more in this fictional world of happiness that you've created for yourself. The thought of it making you happy is way louder than all of the bad things about it. You just can't seem to care anymore. It doesn't matter to you. You just ignore it. You ignore the fact that you're wasting away and hurting yourself. At least you're happy, right?
