The last of the last

 I'm scrolling and scrolling,

But nothing is coming up. 

Scrolling my life away, 

And my nose is blocked. 

Message after message, 

But everyone's in bed and no one's up. 

I'll probably not sleep, 

And my nose is blocked. 

My chest is feeling the pump pump. 

My heart needs a rest

But my mind is made up. 

I don't know what to do with my time, 

I'm fed up. 

Everything is boring, 

So the scrolling is my only thing

And I'm so broke I can't even pay attention 

I think I'm maybe fuked up.