So many useless words
Are running through my mind.
I have to let them flow.
I need to let them out.

But what can people say
About my crazy thoughts?
What if no one stays
If they know it all?

It's hard to understand.
It's harder to keep inside.
But it's the only way
I can let it out.

Perhaps I'll be a loner,
Who lives in fragile dreams.
And what if I'm enjoying
This dull and quiet bliss?

"Will anyone destroy me?"
I ask myself at nights.
But in response, only ignoring.
Should I ask twice?

I need to be distracted
From all the bad I've done.
You know, I miss the silence
That filled my pitiful heart.

I would rather be empty
Than struggling with my thoughts.
But here I am, spending
Time with so many useless words.