Cyber Depression

[Warning: Strong language]

Mornings could bring stress-filled strings

You get up, grab your phone, starts sharing

Calls from below, can't resist, you must go

There would be peace, if you finish and risk

Notifications bells firing you up

Actions and reactions, you can't get enough

Ninety-nine numbers, color of red

Slowly scrolling down on my way to bed

Two-thousand strangers acting interested

Would I yield? Yes I would, it's been like this

Ever since the world had locked us all up

Uncareful humans brought disaster;

and surely we fucked up