I am the ghost of my past life.
I feel hollow, empty, incomplete,
No one can hear me speak.
From a rooftop in budding May,
A beautiful time of year.
Then I changed my mind.
Nothing hurts as much
As seeing the lives
I could have been a part of
Playing out before my eyes.
From a glass tower
Shimmering in the summer’s sun.
And then I changed my mind.
If you're feeling down and need some to talk to, message me, know that I care about you, I don't know know you but your life is precious to me, you are loved. You are important. <3
Copyright © Jenny Dillon | Year Posted 2018