Welcome Ghosts
It clings to you like ghosts, the wind is too strong.
Wind blows these clingy ghosts onto my back and whispers songs in my ear.
I have made new friends, they aren't real
They live in my mind. They never go away
Because i am nothingness
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The Patterns of Bloom
PoetryShort poems that describe mental illness, heartbreak, growth, love and the ups and downs of life. Many could resonate, many could close their eyes and feel what I feel. In a way these poems are little windows all of you can look through, yes, these...
