On a Tuesday

My days are hollow
Filled with empty meaninglessness
I come to work
I drink coffee
I sit bored watching the clock tick away for 8 hours
I go home feeling worthless
I turn on my computer, I browse
I look, I wait
I only find more nothing
I sleep
I toss
I turn
I dream
I wake
I come to work

I am needy in my need to be needed
No one needs me
No one wants me
I am hollow