I know what it feels like
To be empty
So when I have empty air
I feel compelled to fill it
With chatter and small talk
Mindless words with no meaning
But you can't do that when you're alone
Then people call you insane
So I write
I write to empty air
And tell myself
People will see it
This counts as getting help
For the poor girl who isn't good enough
To ask for help herself
Maybe someone will read it
Maybe someone will know
But then again
Maybe I'm really just talking
To empty air
