I hear the ghost.
I hear them scream.
The more they call,
The dizzier I seem.
They take my voice.
My air is gone.
I am weak.
I cannot run.
I decide to fall,
I am frozen and still.
They hurt my body,
And go for the kill.
My friends don't see them.
They only see me.
I am just twitching,
And it feels like an eternity.
My heart is pounding,
And the thought aren't my own.
All I see is pain,
And I'm all alone.
The ghost are loud,
And I start to cry,
And I don't see reality,
But how people die.
Yes, I feel the spirits.
Yes, I hear them too.
This is my warning:
They are coming for you!
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Painful Poems
PoetryThis is all about depression and acception. I completely understand if poetry isn't your forte, but it would be nice if you read them anyways. If you don't want to read the poems, that is fine. If you do, please tell me what you think. I believe I...
