Can you die
if you never existed in the first place?
will the thoughts that aren't mine ever leave?
living a lie
with rusty nails holding my soul in one piece
Doctors hoping to see what I swore was there
bruised flesh covering my own to show a person that isn't me
loving a ghost who never died
but isn't quite alive

I want to be a person again
a person of my own, no longer
splitting life between the people that make me up
carefully sewn thread piecing so many souls together
unable to remember
what did I do when I wasn't me?
Will I miss my voices when they're gone?
clocks ticking ticking ticking
tears not from me
they want to be heard too
and I want to let them

Yellow roses in fields where they play,
hoping I'd join them
I'm here but I'm there too
a kiss with a ghost I don't want to leave
but I can't live until they do
I don't want my voices to leave