Getting lost on the way to the exit

With each passing post I lose a little self
A little will to keep going
I build up walls
Which cannot stand
For they are built on the rubble of walls which came before
Never again
Never lose myself so thoroughly that it’s a fight to get back
But I can’t stop scrolling
Reposting
Hope and anger
With apathy winning
Anger can’t sustain
Hope dwindles
Here’s a cat
Here’s something cute
Bulwarks against the tide
Drowning in truth
Step away
Have to
Must
There is only so much pain
Even I can sustain
Before it’s too much
This is why the sleepers sleep
Not because they want to
Not because it’s better
Simply because while asleep
They can pretend they are not powerless
Not meat for the beast
This is how nihilist cults form
Because why not
Because nothing changes
Because for all the heights of greatness that humanity has the seeds of
They sit mired in the muck
Playing with mud
Pretending to be kings