Strange, all those digital voices.
Some of them with pure hate.
Leaving me no choices.
As to close my heart's gate.
Once I willingly thought to find
my smile lost in childhood.
In this internet world by being kind,
hiding behind masks of rotten wood.
Truth to be told it succeeded.
As I log off to find emptiness.
Virtual attention, digital care I needed.
For reality I could not care less.
Laughing in front of a notebook,
while crying in my empty bed.
For years it is the same look.
artificially happy, really sad.
I promised my broken love
to people I never even met.
Helping them like a pure dove.
Caught the gray tears they shed.
Blank despair or childish hope?
What drove me to that fate?
Who holds the end of my rope?
Why the imbalance of love and hate?
Now the beloved move on,
leave and live their real life.
All bytes of happiness are gone,
Your real peace is my digital strife.
I go to sleep every night
thinking about the chats I had.
I wake up in the morning light
wondering who's availa