The Ghost of Me

I am no longer a person,
just a ghost of me,
I can barely feel the pain,
the world is losing its color,
I have nothing to gain,
I am trembling shaking and blue,
I am transparent,
totally see through.

I want to know,
why am I like this,
why is my soul so tired,
my heat so weak,
why is life,
just a passing peak.

I have tried nursing my wounds,
but they eat me from the inside out,
you hurt me deeply,
your words hollow me out,
no longer a person in your eyes,
just a sexual prize.

I am just a ghost,
of who I am,
you took the real me away,
I want it back,
but once it is stolen,
it is gone,
but you still try to take it every night.

I am here curled in a ball,
as your beats fall,
when I won't given in,
but you will always win in the end,
wheater it is.
I was beaten until I could not see,
or I was too tired to fight,
I am the ghost of me.

By Clover

Lost in the Pain

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