#AloneButFighting

[wouldntyoulikeyoknow]

“Empty Tabs”

I light the screen like a cigarette flame, Familiar clicks, but it’s never the same. Faces I don’t know, names I won’t learn, A ritual repeated just to feel the burn.

Not fire on skin, not touch or embrace— Just echoes of bodies in digital space. I chase a high that's hollow and thin, Every climax leaves me lonelier again.

It’s not desire, not really—not love, Just a ghost I keep feeding when push comes to shove. A symptom, a scratch I can't stop bleeding, A stand-in for warmth, for actual meaning.

Each night I promise, “Tomorrow I’ll stop.” Then I scroll past the guilt 'til my soul wants to drop. It’s not the porn, it’s the silence it hides, The ache of an empty place no clip can disguise.

I don’t want pixels—I want a hand. Not just to hold, but to help me stand. I want someone’s laugh, not synthetic moans, But here I sit, addicted and alone.