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I'm The Ghost Of The Girl I Used To Be

IMImagination_Box•Created December 13, 2018
I'm The Ghost Of The Girl I Used To Be
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Green flag. The poem is also in the Notes and Credits.

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How would I describe myself? Well let’s see I’m the ghost of the girl I used to be The ghost of the girl I could have been The ghost of happiness and promises My life was destroyed My ghost is the only thing that remains I’m the undusted statue on the highest shelf A year’s worth of dirt and lint mask my insanity The words that were etched into my stone are faded The eyes of mortals haven’t touched me in a century My yellow paint is chipping and peeling away I’m the unread book that should never have been published The words that were sewn into my pages are meaningless The stitches are unraveling, leaving holes in the paper My words were like bullets People flinched as soon as they read them I’m a broken pen My pain is bleeding into notebooks Words that are worth nothing are being soaked into the white The pages are stained with ink I’m the glass cup that was carelessly dropped I lie in 10,000 pieces on the floor I inflict pain without meaning to I’m swept up and thrown away No one would want the broken person that I am I'm the cold mansion everyone believes to be haunted People keep their distance They've been warned to stay away I could be dangerous I'm not, I promise They don't believe me I’m a christmas present I was unwrapped and then thrown away I’m not worthy enough to be someone’s gift I knew that from the day I was born I’m a memory Soon a memory will be all I am A distant, fading memory Please try as hard as you can to forget me You don’t deserve to remember me You don’t deserve to have to relive all that pain I can tell you all the things I’m not That’s easy I’m not who you think I am I’m not who I’ve convinced you I am I’m not the sun I’m the moon on the day of an eclipse I block out all the light I don’t do it on purpose, I swear I’m not a guitar I don’t sing anymore All my strings are broken No one bothers to replace them I’m not a telescope I can’t see beauty anymore All I see is pain Sadness twinkles in the sky every night What are you? Please don’t tell me you’re broken like me

Project Details

Project ID270276843
CreatedDecember 13, 2018
Last ModifiedJanuary 15, 2019
SharedJanuary 15, 2019
Visibilityvisible
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