The Ghost of Me

It seems I'm a ghost of me.
A shadow of what I use to be.
I remember days ago,
when I didn't feel this old.

When I still had my home,
When I lived on my own.
I even had a family too.
But I can't remember you.

I'm just a ghost of me,
There's a place I long to be,
Why can't you feel the pain I feel, too?
I want to die, I want to kill you.

I hate you, I hurt you,
I still feel the pain,
There's nothing I can do,
and I still feel the same.

I don't remember yesterday,
I don't remember you,
I'm sorry I can't stay,
There's something I must do.

Life was once precious, I remember then,
My job, family, and friends.
Life was a brilliant shade and hue,
Now, I'm a ghost that is here with you.

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This poem use to be about me and the pain I felt from a bad relationship, a year later. But recently I got a new job at a Nursing Home, and this rewrite reminded me of the one's with Alhemizers. So this is for them, and the pain that they feel. Written from what I think is their eyes. It was VERY painful for me to write. Enjoy.

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