I am a ghost
I am not really here
That part of me that laughs at inappropriate moments, loves the wrong people, forgives every grievance
She is gone.
I am a ghost
I rise each morning because I have no choice
I work to pay my bills
I pretend to be ok until the tears are streaming down my face
I am a ghost
I am a spook
I am a haunt
I am not really here
I am a shell of my former self
Too afraid to pull my own plug for fear of hell...and heaven too
I am not alive though I breathe
I am hopeless, faithless, Less of who I used to be with each passing day
I'd pray for death but I have long learned my prayers mean nothing
I am a ghost
I am not really here
1 day soon what little is left of me will surely disappear