Got the shitties. Not the poopy kind.

I've been lost
surrounded by cotton
nothing hurts enough
the nerves are
so
dull

so
fucking

dull.

I want things.

I thought I did.

I'm ashamed
of being human
and female
and sometimes
typical.

I'm a child
confused.

I'm self-centered
but I'm not important.
Nonexistent.
Ineffective.
Defective.

I've lost connection.