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Jul 2014
She was a ghost in the day
her mother drank her days away
Always trying to do her best
she got the highest grades on all her tests.
Thinking she'd never be that way
covering up her pain with smiles all day...
Her mother did get better
but never wrote that important letter
saying sorry for all the pain
that left her daughter with disdain
for the mother that was never there
all because she didn't care.
So the little girl with big brown curls..
the one that became a ghost
became the thing she'd hated most
And so the cycle began again
the little ghost had a girl
this time with big blonde curls
the mother took away the girl
treating her to the whole wide world
the little ghost became very sad
for all the things she never had..
her wrists began to drip with blood
as her soul began to drift above..
and the mother never understood
why the ghost went out this way
choosing that cold December day
(her anticipated 16th birthday)
Because all the ghost ever wanted
was to be loved, cherished, and acknowledged..
she missed her baby girl with big blonde curls...
and, glad that she would have the world.
The Karmic twist seemed so outlandish..
that she decided to just vanish.
© 2014
TigerEyes
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