I think I'm a ghost sometimes
As if I'm as light as paper
And I just go where the wind blows me;
Sometimes I wish I would disappear
I think that's why I've become so faded
Because if you keep wishing for something hard enough
It can become your reality if you let it
So I let the wish fester beneath my heart
As if It was a bad scab I didn't want to go away
I just kept picking at it and picking it
I nursed it between my rib cage
And my eyes drained of everything familiar to me
I deleted the girl I used to know
Along with all her pages
That were covered in her soul dipped ink
It was red because her veins bled black
And they crept through her body like black shadowed trees
She wished so hard that she would just disappear
Along with everybody she used to know
But sometimes when you poke the beast
All you end up doing is making it angry
Instead of killing it.
Maybe for Halloween this year I'll be a ghost
And I'll stop wanting to disappear
If I see how it feels for a night