• The ghost of my being
    Standing there
    Watching me slowly deteriorate

    Memories
    Of what vanished and never returned
    Destroying my sanity

    My reflection is not what I want to see
    I want the mirror to remain vacant to these saddened eyes
    Stuck in a world vibrant with life and joy
    I feel so dead and bitter
    Do I belong here?

    This place is like a prison
    She was keeping me sane
    And now these walls surround me
    I can feel them closing in