𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖐𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙 | poetry

𝖄𝖚̄𝖗𝖊𝖎

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜

Yᴜ̄ʀᴇɪ 幽霊 (ɴ.)
-ɢʜᴏsᴛ, ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜

pale and cold, nothingness and old

how can a mere ghost love?

if it had nothing to give up?

terrified to speak, yet scared it's host meek

decided to touch, yet humans scream at such

how will it speak when people interrupt its speech?

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜

i think, therefore i am

a ghost i breathe, and so i am

such controversy, i didnt need to die

for people ignore me as i lie

alas, attention is what i seek

although people shriek as i did

all i did was do my part, yet humans think im far too gone

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜

i suppose my presence is weak,

maybe that's why they can't see me

a puny human with no worth

maybe i can't be more than dirt

a gift to my mother, a gift to my father-

"You're still here?"

and so, i suffer

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜

if i am not a ghost, what am i?

am i a speck of dust or a termite?

all i wanted was validation, confirmation-

i am still alive yet why does it feel like i died?

who died?

i died

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜

the young child with dreams?

 dead

the child who needed attention? 

dead

the teenager who wanted confirmation? 

dead

the adult who needed support?

Still dead

dead but still here

a lingering ghost with a body shell

staring longingly to the horizon

as society's glares fell

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜

angst at its finest

hullo!

it's been a while, hasn't it?

i apologize for the delay but motivation and living seem so far away-

that rhymed, pfft-

𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 <3

𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠!

𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 :] 

𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 <3