The silver screenlights up

as you put a heart on someones face

or as you touch their name 

and see that their life is great,

and as a tear roll downs your face

you secretly wish you were with them

but you more secretly wish you were them.

As you take the bottle off the dresser

and pour the sickly sweet purple liquid into your mouth

and as you lay your head on the pillow

and close your eyes

so you can be in a better place 

than they are