Empty.

I am a zombie. (It's not my greatest, I'll tell you that.)

I am numb. I cannot feel. I cannot breathe. The world is opening up and swallowing me whole. I'm not real, just a zombie with a blank stare walking past you.
Tell me something, love, can you save me now?
The harsh words pour out of me like a river of cold, icy water.
Can you hear me?
You look away and I just keep glaring.
I can't feel anything, now.
Thank you anyway, I whisper, for ruining me.