Nothing Compared

People yet to acknolage the emptyness i feel each day. or the fear the engulfs my body every time i try to sleep, i am absolutist pathetic. I am nothing but a speck of dust. But sometimes i wonder... is that actually what they see... is there anyone out there who thinks of me before they lay there head to go to sleep? or want to hold me in there arms.... or am i just some nonexistent scum on the bottom of the sea. can someone hold me tight in there arms and make me feel like there is a reason to live, and peck me on the cheek? to kiss my pitiful wrist, and tell me it will be okay. Whisper secrets in in my ear that will be kept between you and me. But that wont happen, i am a rat in the dark, a duck next to a swan. A nothing compared to all. A whisper with a scream. A drop in the rain, that will be turned ash in this prison we call earth.  But dear who ever might wonder about my shadowed soul.... Speak now... before i cant handle this anymore...