My mind is a graveyard of memories from the past.
My heart is a cemetery of all those wasted feelings I felt for temporary people.
I immortalized people through poetry and banished the ghosts of the people I badly wanted to forget but I always remember.
I wrote their names in the tombstones of my masterpieces, each with a different story with the same ending. We met, we get to know each other, we fall in love and they left.
Skeletons brimmed in my closet, monsters danced as I claimed my throne as their master.
I am nothing but a ghost of the girl I used to be.
We're all ghosts of our own murders. We're all haunted by memories.
We're all battling monsters inside our heads.
We're all grieving over the loss of someone who isn't dead yet.
We all died to become who we are now.
Even the girl in front of me died to save herself from this world's madness.
I miss her.