Lost Between Worlds

I’ve kept to myself, been out of sight,

It’s been years since I saw daylight.

I lose myself in games, day and night—

Friends say, “Find someone, change your life.”

But my friends aren’t real, just voices in my mind.

No one’s ever loved me for anything at all.

So why bother trying, when there’s this digital wall?

I’m fine right here, in my world online,

Where the virtual comforts, where I feel alive.

I think of leaving, ending it, it’s true—

But I lack the strength to follow through.

So I load up Steam, escape with a click,

Drifting from life to pixels and bits.

Another day, I woke again,

Not dead—just caught in another spin.

The cat’s alive, still meowing for food.

Plans for change slip away too soon.

I hop online to ask: Are my parents okay?

Lessons left undone, games fill my days.

Skipped the job hunt, ignored all the calls,

I’ve got PUBG, Fortnite—what else at all?

Free Fire, Counter-Strike, I’m set with these,

Overwatch, Bloodborne, enough to breathe.

FIFA, Battlefield, Skyrim at night,

My virtual world keeps me alright.

No one’s ever loved me for anything,

But in this world, I don’t need a thing.

Let no one care, let no one see,

I’m content right here, where I’m finally free.

I’d end it all, I swear I would—

But I don’t have the strength, though I know I should.

So I turn on Steam, drift far away,

From reality’s edge, where I’ll always stay.