I'm a ghost
Unlike most, I have flesh and bones.
Alive and breathing but a roaming soul.
Trapped in darkness looking for the light that shines, only for a short period of time.
When I think I have all, I end up with none.
A never ending treadmill through hell until I find happiness again. Unsure if this metaphorical death is a curse or a problem leading to a solution of mine but the heavy bags on my back tell me I need to try. I cannot cry because it's embarrassing, I cannot scream because my mouth is taped by consequences. Stuck in hell with no fire but the burns of selfishness and torment from those who sent me here.