My body’s a coffin, it stores my dead soul,
a burnt out heart, as black as coal.
My eyes have no sparkle, their focus is blurred,
a silent voice, that longs to be heard.
I’m reaching out, without moving at all,
who will catch me when I fall?
Feeling alone, is sad and depressing,
My body has never felt ‘caressing’.
But the thing that really hurts the most
I’m no longer me, I’m just a ghost.