No one ever talks about the slow, silent suicide
Where you watch someone you love just give up
Day by day they die a little more
Until one day they're just...
Gone
She stopped living a while ago
Now she doesn't even know where to go
From here, she's lost
But she doesn't really care anymore
What's the purpose when you don't have a purpose?
She doesn't give up fully yet
In hopes that something will change for the better
But she keeps spiraling further down
Losing herself more
She's barely hanging on, get a grip stupid girl
Her heart grows cold
As each day she grows older
Every task seems like a burden
Yet she's still yearning.
For something more than this,
There's gotta be more than this.
She's a ghost now
Watch her float by
There's something so familiar in the way she moves
When you see her just know
That you're actually looking at your own reflection.
YOU ARE READING
Ghost
PoetryA poem about watching your parent self destruct and slowly killing themselves just to realize that you are following in their footsteps.
