Thoughts race through my head,
To the point I can’t get out of bed.
The room stays dark through the day,
While ghosts whisper softly, “Today…”
And I lie there, wishing I were dead.
My eyes are always tearing,
The notebook and pencil—glaring.
Cold floor beneath my feet,
It’s time to stand, to face defeat—
Life is never kind, just daring.
To the other side I glance—
Sorry, I never gave you a chance.
Here’s the truth beneath the lie:
I questioned my very existence and I ask why?
When I ghost you, it’s not goodbye.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
Thoughts race through my head,
To the point I can’t get out of bed.
The room stays dark through the day,
While ghosts whisper softly, “Today…”
And I lie there, wishing I were dead.
My eyes are always tearing,
The notebook and pencil—glaring.
Cold floor beneath my feet,
It’s time to stand, to face defeat—
Life is never kind, just daring.
To the other side I glance—
Sorry, I never gave you a chance.
Here’s the truth beneath the lie:
I questioned my very existence and I ask why?
When I ghost you, it’s not goodbye.
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