Empty Words Falling on Ignorant Ears

I'm running from nothing,
you see my footsteps in the sand,
I've been trying to keep from a relapse,
but you won't stop trying to grab my hand.
words are just bones,
poems sometimes empty skeletons,
expressing things i dare not speak,
can't you tell there's no scars inflicted from these fearful hands?
my thoughts ring in my head,
echoing from ear to ear,
sure, i spell them out on paper,
that doesn't me they need someone to hear.
so let go of your grasp,
i swear i'm going to be ok,
sometimes empty words need to be released,
just to make it through a dull, boring day.