I walk around school, like I'm some kind of ghost
Mistreated by some, invisible to those I rely on the most,
I hide behind the mask of my insincerity,
I look around at people that will never acknowledge me.
I know that my life means so much more
Than being trampled on, lying crushed On the floor
I don't know how I just know I must
Find someone that I can trust
I am surrounded, by peer pressure, and followers
Grounded feeling lesser put down by those who are popular
Someone, I need a savior
I haunt the lives of those who will take me in as a burden,
No one understands just how badly I am hurting
I need someone I can lean on, someone I can trust
When I am mistreated I can't do anything but see red
Sometimes I just wish my blood would stop flowing
Slowing down time just lay down and die please give me a sign
God if you exist heal these cuts I've put upon my wrists
Roses are red so are my bones
If I were to break one
I would still be forever alone.
The only thing that I ever known
Is a broken home
People make fun of me
Calling me crazy, mental, ******* insane
So what if I am these things?
Would that give you the right
To call me these names
I have been hurt in so many ways
physically mentally
SO please I need someone who is
Not so mean
And reveal my face behind my insincerity
Unmask the villain and you can see
What a wonderful thing a friend can be
What a friend means to me
Be someone I can do more than just lean on
Be something other than a ghost hunter
Tracking them down being the cause of my ******
Don't set the trap to catch me
Yet be the one who can set me free
And be my cause of hope
I will look away
From the light
Ending the pain
In which others delight
Be something great
And help those invisible beings
Be something you never could so at the time it seemed
And see
What you can do to those who need it most
Help them out be a great host
Raise the dead
Smash the grave
Or come and pray
And end the pain
Send it down
Down the drain
Swirling away as it never happened
Raise me up
Or Let me drown
Anything you do will affect whether I live or die
Help me rise don't help me die this is time
Don't help me commit this crime
I am a product of suicide
Once pure now contaminated
Nothing can help me become sanitated
Because you have killed me
Made me **** myself
I'm not who I once was
Now I am dead inside
The world that you live in and you can
bring back to life
The one that they call
The GHOST