Words without melody

I type. I type. I type.

I'm typing words with no emotion, with no inflection with no reason with no rhyme with no fucking point.

Black letters forming over a white screen.

I pick up my guitar, and it says nothing. It sings nothing. There is nothing to sing or say tonight.

I'm killing myself slowly by living another day, another hour, and doing nothing with it.

I'm just empty right now. It feels like nothing is inside. Just air. Just space. No emotion, no feeling, no nothing.

Barely sentient. Barely barely.