Call Her A Ghost

Withered and broken
Soon to be forgotten
No one can see her
Unless she is crying
Call her a ghost
Because she practically is
Everyday she silently bleeds
She doesn't speak a word
Her voice isn't important
She is not a phantom
She won't haunt you
Instead she'll disappear, out of your sight
She knows she will be invisible anyways

*this may not in the right category...
this is kinda about my friend...i was thinking of her when i was writing it and this is kinda like her. she's kind of invisible to people at our school