Being A Ghost
By VampireGirl
The day light hour seems to never pass I cannot walk the streets with out feeling my feet on broken glass. skin burning while the harsh dusty wind walks through me. I am stuck between a limited world with no one to turn to. I am bound to live as I live in 'till everything fades away, tell me how many ways is there to kill my self today. I jumped off a bridge I drown my self in the muddy pits I cut my wrists with blades of gold I stabbed my self through the chest But Still I feel that I'm flying in the air twisting and turning while no one else is here to care. no one coming to free, my awaken soul no one helping me to go back to the graveyard I was found in. no one to understand where i've came from or where I've been. *save me* Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 03:23 PM PST, Shelly 0 • 1
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"The day light hour seems to never pass ..."