Shadow is a misty black
Figure you can feel
It taking your soul
The shadow is Death
Who changes forms to
Get you while you're
Not paying attention
Death is the shadow
Of depressed suicidal
People death will
Follow you into you
Are on verge of
Your life line
It waits for you
It will take you
To its dungeon
You could say
That the shadowy
Mist is your former
Self esteem that
Is betraying you

You think I ain't real
But what do you know
I will haunt you I
Am what you call
A shadow of your
Former self I will
Keep playing the things
That had happened to
You in your past life
I am called your fears
I will keep giving you
Fears of your past
In your present life
I will not stop I
Will keep going until
You go insane with
Feeling that something
Is watching you
I am called the board
Of knowledge or known
As the spirit board
The Ouija board

Who could love someone
Who beats themselves up
Who can be friends with
A shadow of themselves
Who is capable to see
Right through my walls
Why would anyone be
Friends with a weakling
A person who can't take
The hurt but only brings
It to her character her
Heart that breaks every time
Who could love someone who's
Broken every time she looks
Strong but in her eyes
She is not she is a shadow
Who can be friends with
Someone who is now
A weak person not strong
Towards herself but strong
To others in her friend group
Who knows the truth behind
Her smile behind her laughter
Who takes the time to get
To know her even if
She is tainted with hatred
Hatred of herself being
Vulnerable to people
Who can see through
My walls that I'm not
Fine that I'm falling apart
Who can see through my
White lies to protect myself
Who sees the reason
To be friends with me
A shadow of my former self
Why would anyone be friends
With a too sensitive deep person
I am only strong enough to
Be the person you want