*inspired by the song Ghost by Badflower*
Sometimes visions of the past
Creep back into my conscious mind.
I do not want them anymore.
I think about times that have passed too much,
And I think of the color red.
I know that I am not dead yet,
I'm not a ghost.
But what if I had succeeded
At my feeble attempt
To take my own life?
Would I be a ghost today
And haunt everyone who hurt me?
Or would I be able to watch over those
Who cared for me in my times of need?
