I hate knowing my mind is getting worse everyday,

I wanna do something to make these thoughts go away,

Sounding so needy when I beg you to stay,

Don’t pity me love,

I wear a mask to everyone I see,

And keep my thoughts and feelings within me,

Until it bursts like a busted water pipe,

And I’m drowning, life fading from my eyes.

I want to be okay,

I want to be loved,

I think I’m worthy,

I do believe I am enough.

But what’s a chick gotta do to be heard?

To not have their feelings laughed at,

To not be treated like a burden,

I was taught to not show my feelings,

And now all I’m doing is hurting.

~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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