A depressing stream of consciousness poem about being lonely on the fediverse

Every day I wait for death
My purposelessness ceaseless
The word prodigy mocks me
It's what they called me
Pattern recognition skills crippled by pills
Brainwash medication
To fix a problem that never existed
1990s tv screens take me away from this hell, and into a new one of fresh hollow consumerism
Infomercials kept me awake at night, my one escape, when there was no other
But then I heard it, the electric cackle
Something new, something fresh
And I could say hello
And who said hello back...I do not know
But they did
And I learned
And I took what I learned and I left
And I failed
I misjudged
I trusted people
And they hurt me in ways that I can't describe
And I left again
This time on a return trip
Back to the internet
But it's not the same, it's dying now
And I feel like I'm dying now
I'm on the downswing
I'm not the hero I thought I was
I failed
My only quest options left are to become a good wizard and aid the next young hero
What keeps me awake at night worrying is if they'll be pure of heart