SUICIDAL VIRAL

Like Me!!

WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING LIKE ME?!

That's what we all want right?

The collective nod that we're okay. That at the end of day... we matter... to somebody. Anybody.

We snap. We fake. We post. We Wait.

REFRESH! REFRESH! REFRESH!

Then after an eternity in our minds, because we've lost the grasp of time. .. We get it!

That one little heart or thumb, that kills the numb, and makes us valid again. Worthy again!

They call it Social... Media. But what's social about media?

Media is designed to pull us a way. To make our collective intellects stray... with savage replay.

What's social about media?

Fucking words, am I right?

Fucking words that THEY have informed us matter, cause without Social... Media... we are the outcast.

WE DON'T MATTER! WE WON'T LAST!

But truth is... THE TRUTH... IS... we've lost touch.

We've let that hole in our soul be filled with digital lies.

Cause what is it we really want? The Clicks? The Follows? The Retweets? The Likes?

The Likes?

Yes, We want the Likes.

But not the Likes that come from our plastic keys and dirty screens.

We want whats on the other end... Our special friend... Our Joker and Harleyquinn.

The damaged mates that makes our insanity, sane. That fixes the cracks in our brain.

Cause no matter how hard we try, we can't hide, our BROKEN side.

We want a life. Like the ones in the pics. In the tweets. In the post.

The ones in our Social... Media.