Am I a ghost?

Not really there.

My eyes unseeing, my breath not there.

Moments ago, I felt alive.

It past so quickly, I can't describe,

How fast it faded; It left my side.

Now I'm saying, "I can't survive."

I tried to tell you, but you weren't there.

I'm an outlet, that's how much you care.

The pain that's barried beneath my soul,

The tears that wash apart my soul,

It's all I have, it's all I have.

I wish someone would hear my silent screams.

I wish someone could see my tearing seams.

I wish I could save my failing dreams.