I don't exist.
I mean, you can shake my hand,
you may hear my joints echo
through a hollow shell of man.

I don't exist.
But feel free to pick my brain,
I'll say the things I wished to hear
to help ease both our pain.

I don't exist.
And if I dare not make a sound,
I'm a tree within a forest
where there's no one to be found.

I don't exist.
That was till you came near, 
you wrapped your arms about my waist,
and made me reappear.