The screen
My opium
A game during my break
An episode of something to relax
Playing to forget
Reading headlines to pass the time
Flicking through photos out of curiosity
Liking posts to feel part of a community
I can finally soothe myself
But can I self-soothe?
In order to self-soothe does the comfort need to be self-made?
I used to have me, a pen, some paper
My words, my musings, my sketches
would relieve me
There were so many of them
I would read them back
and feel like I came home again
Now that I am home
there is nowhere left to go
I used to push through the pain
Now I lie back and wait
Numbing my pain with external stimuli
rather than internal voices
Eventually the pain goes
and I have nothing to show for it