I am nothing.

I am nothing but a hollow shell.

A mere reflection of what once was.

I am nothing.

I am nothing but the imaginary faeries that dance behind your eyelids.

A passing thought that inspires dreadfully sad poetry.

I am nothing.

I am nothing but that girl that sits in the corner with her head hung low and her eyes cast downwards.

The shadow of a smiling face and bright eyed pretty girl with paint on her face.

I am nothing.

I am nothing but every wish that never came true and every nightmare ever spawned from your subconscious.

All the things that make you afraid to shut your eyes at night to drift to a deep sleep.

I am nothing.

I am nothing but a memory.

Easily forgotten.