While chasing your ghost, I became one myself.

No matter how hard I try, you tell me goodbye.

No matter how much I cry, your laughs become louder as you ask me “Why do you still even try.”

No matter what I say no matter what I do I know I’ll always find myself chasing the ghost of you....

Loving myself is easy; it’s as easy as watering a rotten flower. You can keep wasting your time putting all your effort into your dream of witnessing a glimpse of life, the slightest sign of color, a slither of hope. Yet when you return the next morning you realize all you have done was waste your time, water, and energy. Loving myself is easy; as easy as waiting for my rotting garden consumed wit...