I watch as the ghost faced people
Walk in and out
Just like they did in my lifetime
But no one went in crying
And no one came out crying
You could say that my story
Was written by a procrastinator
And whoever walked in
Was who was written down
But as soon as they left
They were soon to be forgotten
And after all I’ve done
It never mattered in the end
Because in the end
I died
And no one bothered to notice
That’s just how life is
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Sinking Deeper
PoetryBecause once the waves capture you, you'll never be able to return to safety. You learn to adapt to danger - he was my danger. - A collection of poems I wrote about him and other things -
