Treasure Island

Suicidal Happiness

(The graves in my mind)

Classroom Ghost


Quiet and proven to be unknown
I have no name and I am all alone
Sitting in the back of the classroom as I watch the humans speak
Loneliness is all I know and darkness is what I seek
Sometimes I wish to be like them, so pretty and alive
But I could never be like them and how they carry out their life
My strange desires would scare them all way
My words are unheard no matter what I say
If I left this earth no one would notice or care
If anything I am a waste of space, it would better if I wasn’t there
I am the ghost upon the living soul
I am so unneeded and I am so cold
Unnoticed, ignored and left in pain
I’m quiet, frustrated and insane
I don’t count and I am nothing like I am supposed to be
I have no name and the beautiful beings will never know me

Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 26, 2013

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  • Lyn Paul (5/5/2013 12:46:00 AM)

    Well I believe you are one important ghost. Being pretty doesnot give you a heart. You are a great story teller and have something I bet many wish they had. Remember that! Keep up the great work. Thank You (Report) Reply

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