As I sit here writing this
I know she'll never see me
The girl I've watched over
The abuse she bore
Is it any wonder she's like this
I see her burning and it causes me to feel sympathy
I try to comfort her but she all does is cry
She tries to hide her tremors
Letting them out to few she trusts
Only to be shot down
I've been with her
Since she was born
I'm a mere ghost
Nothing for her to worry about
But I'm also her angel
I hear her call out to me
Begging for the pain to stop
I see her grip the glass
And draw pictures on her arms
I see her lay back and soak her surroundings in crimson
I'm next to her always
Even though she can't see me
I know she feels me
The bright rose I once knew
Is nothing now but a wilted flower
Dropping petals where she walks
I see her reach out for me
If only I could hold her hand
And tell her she's never been alone
I'm only a ghost
But I'm the first friend she's known
And the last friend she will see
About the Creator
Scarlett Rose
18-year-old girl with a dark past, dating a great guy, and poet. I love poetry, reading, writing, music, and tea. I'm struggling on paying some expenses so I need the extra cash.
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