I feel like the shattered glass in my hair A million little pieces wondering nowhere Before just a fracture Waiting in complete despair Is now a mess Once no one dared to care Now they surround with fear Trying not to step on the glass that is everywhere Do my haunted eyes tell them? How it is I feel? Or do they compare me to before? Before the mess Before the haunted eyes Do they see me through shattered glass?
I was in a car accident. A drunk driver hit my car and all I could feel was the shattered glass in my hair. It amazed me how people started seeing me differently. I'm still haunted by the memories of it all. But I know I'm going to be okay. I'm grateful to God that I did not suffer any severe injuries :)
it presses my shoulder blades, ties my neck muscles into knots, then settles deep within my chest. the pain is the first sign that my body is haunted. it then puts my thoughts on a hamster wheel. they run in circles without an escape. this is the second sign. but my heart takes control. it voices my thoughts so they can be seen and heard. it stops spinning the wheel, slowly comes out of my chest, unties the knots in my neck and lets go of my shoulder blades, and my body does not feel its weight.
I once heard that the brain can be like a bad neighborhood when you're depressed How do I tell you that mine isn't a bad neighborhood but yet an abandoned one Dark Silent A constant fog overcast Almost haunted My brain is left in the wallows
i must gather myself it has been far too long the darkness awaits the calling is strong the fear has subsided i sense their confusion am i the ghost are they an illusion? they remain close to me i can feel them about come see us Thomas they silently shout i enter the dark in the shadows i revel to walk with the angels or dance with the devil
Everywhere I go I see your face I love you but sometimes I just wish you'd go away You haunt me when I'm wide awake and when I am asleep I'm trying to move on but you keep following me
Everywhere I go I feel your presence lingering I thought that death would take you but I can still feel you breathing I want you to move on so maybe I can too How can I be happy if I'm haunted by the ghost of you?