Look at me.

I am a person.

When I speak I make a dull silence.

Is there anything left in consequence in my express.

When my heart beats is like putting your ear next to a rock.

I am a fool?

I am I just a waste space?

Was my birth inappropriate?

Do I belong in the grave?

Why do I speak? Is my tongue worth keeping?

There is nobody who has ears too hear.

This is empty space.

I do not belong.