Ghost

There is nothing more dark and cold then the soul inside me.
For I have been tattered and torn until my scars have reopened.
Pain sits on my shoulders as I linger.
Alone I stand with not one person around.
Tears of pain fall steady down my face.
Am I invisible?
Does no one see me?
Can anyone hear me?
For I am bleeding and gasping for air.
Being suffocated by the demon inside and swallowed whole by this dark insanity.