I feel like a ghost,

With no host,

I feel so cold,

I feel so alone,

I don’t even know if you can see me,

Bleed through the deepest part of me,

I get on YouTube and tell you that I am okay,

But every night as I lay,

I pray that there will be no new day,

I pray that death will come with no delay,

You ask why,

I want to die,

I got so many bills,

It just makes me ill,

PayPal messed up my account,

I know how ridiculous that sounds,

As a writer I make chump change,

Sixty-seven cents for all my pain.