Whisper In The Wind

My head buzzes while the streams trickle down my bare skin. The well is over flowed and nothing is visible.
A ball bounces around my hallow space and hits my heart one too many times. The content thudding, the never ending flow of tears, and the pounding in my head.
I clutch nothing but air. I lean on nothing but my crumpled walls. I cry out helplessly.
I am crying. I lost it. Everything. I'm broken.
I am nothing.
I run like a ghost in life. Worthless, invisible.
Inaudible; only to those who don't listen.
Zero percent of the population is willing to listen.
Lost forever. Gone. No trace. No one.
Just a whisper in the wind.