A ghost,
A ghouly,melancholy shell of the person I wish I were and am trying so hard to become,
But..it's hard because you see..
Like a ghost ,I'm intangible .
Only touched by the spirits that haunt me
Just As I haunt the memory ridden hallways around me.
Like a ghost,I'm souless,empty.
My spirit is corrupt and glumly stalks the paths of the living,hoping to gain courage enough to pass over peacefully.
But it's not so simple.
Unfinished business with my murderer,my abuser, prevents me from achieving any form of self-satisfaction.
He didn't just murder who I was,but he tore it to shreds like the curtains hung from the windows in the abandoned house which embodies my mind .
He threatens me with eternal suffering,
Doomed to feel the ache of existing without purpose,where my existence revolves around his terms.Only his terms.
Once known as the girl who never stopped smiling,he took that away from me.Now,I'm the ghost whose desperate search is to find a reason ,any reason,to feel something,anything.
Hope.
Peace.
Anything but fright ,such as that felt by those who see my haunting shadows ,those who hear my shrilling cries,those who enter the horror house I haunt,and by those who knew me before.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
