Yeah… Everybody online… Nobody alive… LOVE… Nobody real anymore, they avatars and algorithms, Artificial sentiments and manufactured optimism, Everybody performative, strategically conditioned, Smilin’ for the camera while emotionally diminished. I remember when pain had a face and a presence, Now depression get filtered into aesthetic expressions, Everybody healin publicly for digital acceptance, Whole generation drowning in invisible tension. Nobody wanna hear truth if it threaten identity, People would rather protect comfortable misery mentally, Every conversation turn tribal eventually, And nuance get murdered immediately chemically. See, nobody actually listen... they waitin...to reply, Waitin’ to project they ideology and pride, Everybody weaponized trauma they never healed inside, Then wonder why relationships collapse and divide. Nobody… Look me in the eyes no more… Everybody feel hollow to the core… Like they died somewhere before… Nobody… Wanna sit with truth no more… Everybody numb, everybody at war… Just shells of who they were before… I see people scrollin through catastrophe casually, Watchin human suffering mechanically actually, Dopamine dependency fractured attention spans massively, Now empathy compete with entertainment tragically. Nobody got silence, they terrified of stillness, Cause stillness force confrontation with the sickness, Everybody overstimulated to the limit, So they medicate existence till they barely feel the difference. That’s why nobody knows themselves… Cause identity outsourced to trends and consumption, Human interaction reduced to interruption, Everybody marketin’ versions of themselves for assumptions, Tryna monetize pain and call the shit self discussion. And the craziest part? People know it. But nobody wanna unplug cause reality feel hopeless. So the cycle repeat through the media feed, Insecurity breed then the greed supersede, Validation become everybody’s psychological need, Till the soul get buried underneath image and greed. I miss when conversations had soul in em… Before every opinion became performance… Before people traded authenticity… For audience endorsement… Maybe nobody disappeared overnight… Maybe we slowly abandoned ourselves… One distraction at a time… Nobody trusts nobody that’s the poison now, Everybody hyper guarded, emotionally closed down, Kids grow up online before they know they own sound, Learn anxiety before they ever touch a playground. Men taught vulnerability’ll get ‘em humiliated, Women taught beauty determine if they celebrated, Everybody psychologically manipulated, Then medicated when the pressure get exacerbated. And I ain’t above it I been lost in the static too, Lost in the anger and the artificial gratitude, Had to disconnect just to rediscover latitude, Had to sit with pain instead of escapin through avenues. Cause truth ain’t comfortable truth reconstructive, Truth destroy illusions that the ego become stuck with, Truth make people panic when the mask interrupted, Cause if you really face yourself… ain’t nowhere left to run, bitch. Nobody… Feels human anymore… Everybody tired, spiritually worn… Tryna survive what they can’t ignore… Nobody… Wanna hear truth no more… But LOVE still knockin’ at the door… Tryna wake what survived the war… Nobody gone save us… Till we start bein’ real again… LOVE.
