Message of a Ghost
Forever and ever
the boy would live.
A ghost who could never
himself forgive.
That day playing by
the pool, he drowned.
His small, pale white body
his sister found.
His mother and father
screamed and cried.
For their little angel
had so tragically died.
On his 16 year-old sister
was laid all the blame.
Now she torments herself,
have the parents no shame?
But her pain he
couldn't take away.
And she grew paler
each and every day.
He tried to stop
her bleeding wrists.
But the blood just flowed
through his small fists.
And every time
she cut herself,
the little ghost boy
only blamed himself.
Eight years old
the day he died.
His whole life he never
would've made her cry.
It's all his fault
her life was in flames,
because no one else
would take the blame.
But he could do nothing
to make her life better.
So with her blood,
he wrote out a letter.
"I love you," he wrote
on the wall.
"It was never your
fault, after all."
The confused ghost boy
reached her too late,
and the little ghost boy
transformed with hate.
Around her dying
body he flew.
A hideous master-piece
he drew.
A picture of the family
they once were,
and one last message,
"Does no one care about her?"
To take her soul,
the demons arrived.
"Take mine, not hers,"
the little boy cried.
With a glint in his eye,
the demon agreed.
To the gates of heaven,
the girl's soul was freed.
But the boy, the demons
did not take.
He roams the world
eyes cold with hate.
But sometimes you
might feel his cold hand.
He tells you your pain
he understands.
And every girl
that cuts her wrists,
reminds him painfully
of his older sis.
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