Empty world

I sit and stare at nothing. When I’m walking I look at no one. Someone asked me if I was ok because I seemed distant. The fact that they noticed upsets me more than if they hadn’t. I live a humiliating existence and I work towards failure in small, steady increments. I am a lead weight sinking into the ground. I am a horrid, repulsive lizard cooking the sun. I wait and watch as I wither away.