Doomscrolling Blues

The glow of the screen is a drug,
I scroll through the digital wasteland, headlines screaming louder than my own thoughts,
Disaster after disaster, another tragedy competing with cat videos and sponsored content,
My thumb never rests, chasing the next hit of outrage or grief,
I watch the world sink into chaos–fires, floods, shootings, scandals–
And every headline a punch to the gut, but I can’t look away,
I’m hypnotized by the avalanche of misery,
My feed a graveyard of good intentions and lost hope,
We used to say ignorance was bliss, but now knowledge is a curse,
And nobody’s coming to save us from the spiral.

There’s a perverse comfort in this cycle, a numb camaraderie in the comments,
We all watch the same horrors, share the same memes, joke about the end of the world,
But in the dark, we’re terrified–paralyzed by news we can’t fix, desperate for a feeling we can’t name,
I refresh the feed, looking for good news,
But all I get is another hit of dread, another reason to believe we’re doomed,
Our parents warned us about staring at screens,
But they never knew it would be this hard to look away,
Maybe one day, I’ll break free–
Put down the phone, feel something real,
But tonight, I’ll doomscroll myself to sleep,
Another casualty of the algorithm,
Haunted by headlines, scrolling for hope in a world that’s already moved on.