Ghosts

A cry for those who couldn't find the right words. Who feel alone, used, and tossed aside. A shout in the dark at the light at the end of the tunnel. A roar loud enough to one day shake this world.

Another day just barely passed,

Another month gone so fast,

Searching to find where my pieces fit,

I'll never quit.

Persistent in this quest to find who I am,

Trying every day to show I'm giving less of a damn,

Yet really wanting to scream at the top of my lungs every f*****g day,

Just so the rest of the world can hear me say;

"I know I'm not alone in this struggle of mine,

I know the rest of the world can't be feeling fine,

It may have been a while, but why can't anyone see,

Storm clouds crashing over me?

This chaos, this rage,

Impossible to turn another page,

Another chapter of life,

That'll cut like a knife.

I know I'm not alone, with this struggle, this pain,

I know how the tears stream like the rain,

How the chains, the shackles continue to get tighter,

And the future doesn't seem to be brighter.

So to all the broken toys,

To all the pained girls and boys,

The rest of the world can't be so great,

'Cause I know I'm not the only one who's default is to hesitate.

So to the rest of you who've loved and lost,

Took parts of you and watched them be tossed,

I'll make a promise, not as a leader, but a friend,

You're not alone. To your wounds, I'll tend.

I'll give us a name, one that'll shake,

The world so hard, the world will quake,

Engulfing all of our malice and violence,

As we continue hurting in silence.

Keeping our pain to ourselves, since that's what makes us stronger,

Fueling us so that we can burn a bit longer,

Since Fate plays tricks and keeps cracking jokes,

While all the punchline is always our dreams and hopes.

Don't give up and let the pieces lay,

Raise your fist, stand and say,

That you can break us however many times you want,

We're all Ghosts. We come back and haunt.

That's what we are. Ghosts in a shell,

Surrounded by this unstopping hell,

Burning, cracking, all the words unsaid,

Try as they might, you can't kill what's already dead.

As you say it, as you feel it, know you're part of something much bigger,

Say it like your finger's on the end of a trigger,

Take aim, fire, and make it part of you,

Without a doubt, you'll be better Ghost once you do.

With this, I'd say together, we've only started this test,

Together, we'll overcome the rest,

With a last few words, I'll leave with this toast,

'Never forget, to haunt the ones you've loved most.'"

 - Signed with love, Noche: King of the Ghosts

Author's Note

I hate not being able to do anything about being in pain...From personal experience, I feel alone. Depressed. Like my world is crashing down on me, breaking apart...I wrote this with intent let others know you're not alone. Pain doesn't go away easily. There's no "quick fix." With those feelings, you're part of something much bigger. You're part of a family that knows what it means to be in pain. You're a Ghost.

Reviews

[Brian Angeles]

This is a perfect story to go in our little group. Keep it up fellow Ghost Writer

[Lucifer Jones]

Enjoyed the read. Pain and fear are our friends. They make us stronger for having endured and survived. They inspire us to do better. And in some instances, to create something beautiful to help those who follow along behind us. Thank you for sharing.

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarri..]

pain is to be suffered, its a must, and yes... you arent alone! that's a console! maybe not always, but the point is, its a phase where suffering is not yet great nor unbearable, learn from it and bare it for it'll make you stronger, and dont feel ashamed to let it out as you please, its a must and whom mock it is an ignorant