Ghost

   I've been nothing but a ghost for the past few months. I lost my body and now all I do is wallow around looking around for a new one so I can feel how I once felt before. I'm alive but not lively enough to be amongst the living. "You're not dead, pull yourself together" I scold myself as I lay in bed with only the company of the sad residue that my tears left. As I rise from my tomb to go to the bathroom to prep myself, I look at myself. My eyes are swollen from the crying spells, but I can still see the sad glimpse of a girl wanting out of the shell that her illnesses have her wrapped up in, and my blue eyes that are a little more blue than usual.
   I live in a limbo that is slow and lonely because this limbo was constructed for me by me. Everything feels so fast. I can't help but think about my past life and the feelings I had the privilege to feel and experience with. So warm and addictive. My wallowing only gets me nowhere but my room. "Please give my back my body, I want to feel like how I used to" I cry out to the abyss that are the walls of my room that confine me. I beg and beg to the point my stomach hurts, but I do it quietly because though I am a ghost I do not wish to alert the living that are around me of the circumstances I'm enduring. After all my begging I am on my greeted with nothing but the emptiness that I've always felt.