Treasure Island

Tsunami HiroshiSu

(September 15,1996 / Fort Collins, Colorado)

Ghost 44


I'm a ghost and it's lonely here
Where everyone sees me
But no one knows me
Where people lie just to fit in
Even me
Where when you reach out
You end up falling
Cause you can't trust anyone to catch you
Or help you up

I've finally found him
Someone like me
Someone invisible
Someone to haunt
We could've been friends
'But he is cold, so cold he's dead inside'
And I should've known
Its too dangerous to reach out
In case no one finds you

I'll never eat another bite
Not til he sees me
Not til he knows me
But I'm a ghost
And no one sees me
Ever

Submitted: Sunday, November 03, 2013
Edited: Saturday, December 07, 2013

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Inspired by Todd Mitchell's The Secret to Lying

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