Mots croisés

What I have are words, which are nothing but the mere representation of ideas. Flat. Unfeeling. Dead. Is this what I really am? Nothing but a mere juxtaposition of intangible concepts? Even in explaining my bodily processes: breathing, crying...these verbs have no emotion save for the fact that they were created to cater to the symbolic aspect of the everyday. Strip me of my words and I am left with nothing but the remains of my heart.