Troglodytic

I feel apart from the affairs of the world
Not in an ivory tower, no
But for lack of better imagery
A small damp room; in two ways upsetting

My eyes and ears skim current events
Which are concurrently irrelevant
To my woes and wails
How I've tried to mesh with this world and failed

For at a time I once considered
In broken state with mind withered
The taking of my life, away from this terrene
Yet, I failed to spill enough of my blood

Yet, it's no longer sorrow that wracks me
I do not feel pitiful, do not feel sad
Just hazy and hollow
Away and unfollowed

So I've been trying to find
To find a place or person
An activity or purpose
To fill up my void

It's to the point
Where work feels good, sleep moreso
They pass the time in the blink of an eye
And I almost feel sedated

But co-workers directly cast me out
And my dreams refuse to be peaceful
I awaken to this horrid emptiness
And yield my life to it.