One question, one bloody question,
Perhaps a theory or a suggestion.
It tortures me, chokes me, kills me,
Please can someone just tell me,
Please can someone just listen,
Or am I a ghost, a mirage.
Just another figure on this planet,
Irrelevant, unwanted and abandoned.
Please I beg of you, whoever you may be,
Please listen, please help me.
My heart is beating louder and louder,
I can’t hear myself anymore.
Who am I, what am I, where am I?
I need to know, I must find out,
How do I stop the pain, the screaming, the fear.
How do I rid myself of the ghost in the mirror
The answer seems very simple,
So bitter, so sweet.
But like every other child,
It will come knocking at the door,
Death welcomes you, oh what a treat.
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