Ghost Poem by Samantha Heron

Somthing tore right through my heart.
Leaving it standing alone in the dark.
I didn't care untill he shot a bullet.
Not caring about my feelings,
Not caring about me.
It hurt me so bad that one hidious day.
That I realized I didn't care.
But I still did and I tried to deny it.
Yet I couldn't so now im alone in the blackness.
I still feel like that bullet is there.
It probably is if you look really close.

My hearts locked with chains
and Locked with padlocks.
Stiched and bandages
but you don't give a Flip.
All you care now about is you and your new girl.
The one who tore you away from me.

So now I'm a ghost and you won't come to the funeral.
The one that I planned for myself sooner then usuall.
Thats all I can say anymore about you.
But I'm living my afterlife and its pretty well.
I miss you and I always will.
Your my best friend and I want you to know,
That i'll always love you like I said from the start,
Even if I don't show it with my messed up ghostly heart.