Poems by the Whispers

GHOST

Ghosting

Leads to ghosts

The faces once familiar now unknown

Harassed at a job

Thought they caught me by the cops

No way I do drugs

They aren't violent enough

Do I remember their faces

Their names

No. Just ghosts of yesterday

Ended in the hospital

After an episode

They said I had psychosis

Because I heard voices

Major depressive because of rejection

Remembering all the things I did

To get accepted

Now I could care less

Cause if all you do is want to use

Cause your life sucks

So, you get high

To feel better about life

Me I'd rather die

I slice my arm up like a messed-up pie

First time I got stitches

Was maybe the first time I could really die

They said I lost a lot of blood

But losing 10lbs and the lack of memory

I felt things like happiness

Even from the people who changed me

The ones who left in the dark

Played the game

Being alone is better than wanting drama

I'm trying to hide

Can't win that fight

Just gotta remember

People got problems I can't help with

I like what I do

I try to be good

Still the world hates me

For being eccentric

I'm just tired I guess of trying to understand

Why familiar faces pop up and still I remember nothing

Medication maybe working

Slowly easing my mind to find purpose

Maybe one day even love again

The thing I looked for most when

My mind literally went

It's hard to believe in this selfish world

That people care about one another

Even at their worst

I'm glad to have some of my mind back

Perhaps I'll even find purpose

While riding this bike

I have fun over all but community will take time

I'm glad for the chance there's still my much to learn

Please explain again why ghosting hurts

It's makes you feel unheard

It makes you feel invisible

You cracked a fragile egg

And I lost everything I knew

Now I gathered myself and started to climb let's find ourselves again

Painting making and exercise

I'll look like a guy

That's ok cause the truth is I can be strong and snap anyone that walks my way

I can gentle and I can be protective

Of those I love no matter the situation

I need someone strong in my life that can tell when my minds slipping

Gentle but truthful

No matter what

They catch me before I slip again

I ain't perfect I work hard I use the body I was given and I hope it tattered and broken when I slip

 into the unknown

Life without feeling is worthless and cold

Strength means many things

It's not just about a large body

I can fake being bright

Two halves of a whole

Can't have one without the other

Balance can be hard to find

I'll find I know my heart is on the dark side, but it helps me understand more

I can be better you know

I can fake being bright

But the truth is I feel better in the dark

The creatures are familiar

The sounds just right

Even ghosts come out at night