No one can hear me
No one can see me
Feel me, touch me
Which means
No one can hurt me
Tease me, punch me
Because no one knows I’m here
Though my breath falls short
My heart still beats slowly, painfully
I’m a secret mist
Whispered in the deepest sleep
Just a dream of a girl
I lack substance
But carry sorrows
And cry real tears
I’m a lonely soul
An empty spirit
I drift in and out of this world
Barely connected to reality
But I’m all that’s left of me
A ghost of what I used to be
© 2006 GothicBlack
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