I can't help with that at all Her frail ghost has suffered so much
She has traveled the world and seen any and everybody Every single grave except her own For she can not bear it. But yet she can't feel
There's no happiness There's no envy She sees people living and loving But with a poker face, she stares at me
But my emotions are not gone And the pain she yearns to feel embodies in me As if life has been taken from her and now resides in me But I still feel lifeless (This isn't about me... It's about my nameless friend.)
I want to reach out to comfort her and she doesn't even know she needs it This **** ghost that finds comfort in my room Haunts me forever ironically enough But I can't reach out to her and I can barely hear her Her voice is a whisper Even when she yells (She should be glad she doesn't have a real throat since she yells so much)
"I know!" she cries. "I know you hear me!"
I can't answer that anymore. I need to tune her out to escape my turmoil.
Nothing here :) Oh I forgot lol. This is going to be a series