Emptyness. . .
   All I feel.
Am I alive?
Am I dead?
How do we know if we exist. . .
Is pain how we know?
Why do we feel pain
if we are empty?
Empty. . .
  hollow, 
shells of humans. . .
broken shells
lying in the rubbish.
No real purpose,
empty of all that was once 
  useful. . .
 Like me.