a ghost/tid bits

i’m wide awake it’s mourning 

time 

to 

cry

for the end of my life

started when you

left me

broken-hearted

my mind cracked 

and sanity departed

now where i exist

a ghost writing 

non-existent tid bits 

you’ll most likely

never read

my obituary 

and then tell me

you don’t love me

or need 

this loving 

is the realist 

and the illest

cuz i’m just

sick with it

so let me die

a past life 

and forget it.