For you it might be a pen but for me it is a knife, a bandage and a story teller all at once

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The bad side of social media

looking on the screen

too many pictures I haven’t seen.

It seems like everyone is having fun

enjoying their day in the sun,

while I keep a gloom

sitting here in my room.

Why can’t I have fun too

or at least be with you?

Everyone seems to have this perfekt life

While I myself fight to survive.

It drags me down.

I think I’ll drown

in desire of a different life.