My mind’s a mess,

It’s a fucking mess,

I’m caring less about living,

But yet I still care about how I dress,

I can’t let them know,

But I want them to know,

I want the world to see,

The dark red blood that flows within me,

A push and pull,

A tug-a-war,

Where the mighty stand,

And the weak fall,

It seems I’m weak,

The loser who just wants eternal sleep,

Who lost their balance,

And can barely even manage to breath.

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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