
Ghost
Ghost
By A.T.Myrie
Sometimes I feel like a ghost
Watching everyone live
I sometimes try to participate
But the space is already filled
With others of more value
With people with more worth
I know it’s only my issues
That makes me feel of less worth
To those that share my blood
To them that say we’re friends
The words sound lovely on my ears
But my heart still cries because
The hole is still there
Will I ever fill it with something
Other than pain
I pray nightly and daily
Because I am emotionally
And physically drained
But giving up is not in my DNA
That’s what I tell myself
As I put the pills away
Am I a mistake?
Like I’ve always felt
Proven through actions
When my birth mother
Thrice walked away
As if I was nothing
Over and over again
Sometimes I feel like a shell
Because my spirit feels broken
Glued together with pieces
Of love I feel I’ve stolen
From family and friends
When they weren’t looking
But if I give them back
Then I’ll have nothing
And I will disappear
Because I have no anchor
It’s belief in God why I’ve lasted so long
But I’m tired and sometimes just wanna
Move on to the end
Where my happy ending awaits
That is my hope
That’s why I keep the faith
Written @ September 20,2019
Started on the Bus to Kjh
Finished at Kjh @9:28
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