Those Who Left

It's just the ashes that remain.
I tried hard to hold on to.
but my efforts are wasted, all in vain.
And the pain spreads like flu.

The sun seems grey and dull.
I can't see people anymore.
Everyone is just a walking skull.
Those are people I used to adore.

Those who left, have left their shadows.
I'm grinding my feet to run,
but glued forever with pain and sorrows,
facing the demons and their love gun.

It all started with a lonely me.
Wanting their presence only.
Now their shadows won't let me free,
they may be leeches that kill slowly.

I'm living with them in my home
without feeling homely in here.
Some say it's schizophrenia syndrome
But this is all real, all is clear.

The shadows won't let me out.
They won't let me die inside,
They don't have ears so they always shout.
They shout with that mouth creepy and wide.

They never leave and say they love me.
They know they're guilty for the heart they broke.
So they grab me hot coffee daily,
And hug me tight until I choke.

They never held my hands
but hold my tongue.
I follow their commands.
So they sing me songs but I remain unsung.

When night gets black
They lit my candles.
But never hesitate to smack
and burn me with scandals.

They never stood by me bodily
and now thier shadows are all around.
They live with someone else physically
They crossed the ocean but I drowned.

I Have to kill them!
May be not with hands but in mind.
I've had enough of this condemn.
I have to leave them behind.

Those who left me helpless,
Still keep ghosting me anyway.
I will disown their distress,
and throw that grey fungy ashtray.