I often think of
People like me who wander
Through their broken homes

Trapped inside stained walls
Unable to run away
Do they feel the same?

Am I so lucky?
Able to escape my fate
Did I pay a price?

Nothing did I gain
Only dust and ash remain
I am numb to pain

I could cry about
Insecurity and doubt
I could go without

Just a faint whisper
Just a shadow in the dark
Hollow is my name