the kind of filth
i can't scrub away
sleepwalking through life
to cope with the pain
can't sleep can't dream
can't remember the last time i ate
like to lose track
stare at the plate till it breaks
sweep up the shards
blink and realize none of it was real
there's no more normal
no certain way to feel
vacant
but emotionally unavailable
dizzy oriented
were you ever even saveable