I'm a ghost who everyone has forgotten about. A soul with out skin & bones. Who would have thought a piece of rope and a nail in the wall could do so much damage to a poor girl. A girl living in a world filled with people who judge you by what you look like.
People who lose their dignity just for a little cash. A girl whose parents deep inside cared about her but never showed it. When someone dies your scars start to open in reverse and every tear you shed is shed once again because of the scars that have been opened and will never be healed. Better off in a paradise than being grounded under a rock with people who could care less about what you do or say.
