The Ghost of Me

I smile and it fades,
I laugh, there's no sound,
The tears splashing down,
Never reach the ground,

I touch you and shiver,
You don't even flinch,
There's a glint in your eyes,
That I often despise,

You seem alone,
Yet I sit right here,
Your eyes that I see,
See right through me,

I follow your steps,
They take me here,
I'm not so brave,
WHen I see my grave...