You say all these mean things
as if i cant even speak
Like a doll with no emotions
My lips are sealed
I wish i was dead
so i could be a ghost
whisper things in your ears
saying you hurt me
like you and many others
thinking maybe she will give up
thinking I'll drink bleach
or hang myself with my broken heart
finally slice my wrists deep enough
for the doctor to say I am dead
dead or alive I'm a meer ghost to you
so can i speak now
or even in death will I be mute
lips sewn shut with my own tears
condemmed to silence as a ghost
 
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