How To Hold A Ghost's Hand

You couldn't handle life,
So you ended yours,
Now you're six feet underground,
And walking through Hell's doors.

Your ghost still haunts me,
And sometimes I reach out,
But my hand passes right through,
So I go to my room and pout.

I long for you touch,
I long to hold your hand,
Just one last time,
But it's like I am banned.

They say I'll move on,
That I'll be okay,
But I know that isn't true,
So I'll be joining you today.

I take a deep breath to steady myself,
And I swallow half a bottle of pills,
I start to get dizzy,
The bottle drops and spills.

Darkness swallows me whole,
Then I see you in front of me,
I take your hand,
And finally feel free...