There are so many words that I have said

There are so many words that I have written

None of it really matters

When I am talking into the wind

When a face becomes a shadow

Where a person used to be

The words they are so hollow

No one ever really hears me

I am not a person

I am a just a thing

All I can do is hope

That my heart will beat someday

In the meantime, I sit here

I have nothing left to say

Nyx