Somedays

Somedays

I feel like a Ghost

Going through life

Ignored, unwanted, haunting my own body

Somedays

I don't feel real

Most days really

I am lonely, I am scared

Somedays

I pretend I’m already dead

Is this the afterlife?

Is this hell?

I want to be a kid again

Somedays

Just to feel alive again

I want to feel the sun on my sinful skin

To remind myself I am loved

I want to feel the rain

Telling me its ok to cry

The snow envelopes me 

Reminding me, Death comes

Somedays

It doesn’t matter if we are ready

I smash the mirror 

Somedays

And cut myself with the pieces of me