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267 · Apr 2017
The Ghost
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
165 · Apr 2017
Bleeding Rose
Captured Horrified
Wrapped in Flesh for clothes
hoping just to close my eyes evading Satans pose
Rising up from Hells Fires
or so that is what Im told
Bound and Gagged with my desire
to the devil my soul is sold
All this to save my flower
My precious bleeding rose

The rose that bleeds for me
will be the rose that sets me free
As Satan rises from black ash
Earths mortal beings and Hell will clash
The rose that blooms will only grow
As long as the blood in my veins still flow
Waging war for human sins
the end of the world from where it begins

The flower grows from between the cracks in cement
Causing me to kneel in lament
the rose that bleeds from white to red
leaves me to suffer in torment
Because now I know that
My Bleeding rose found peace through death

— The End —