Like a ghost in the night, I hide in plan sight. For I'm ignored by those around, as they pass me by in the night. Like a ghost in the night, I hide in plan sight. I make no sound with others around, for they ignore my cries for help. Like a ghost in the night, I hide in plan sight. I hide out of fear that no one understands the things in my head that makes me a ghost in the night.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
