The Cursed Soul

I am the ghost who lives inside my life, The bills pile high, the guilt runs deep and cold. I lie in bed and face this quiet strife.

I was the breadwinner who braved the knife, Nineteen long years of carrying the mold. I am the ghost who lives inside my life.

They say, "Just walk," to ease the inner strife, But velvet cures are chains I cannot hold. I lie in bed and face this quiet strife.

A child who cooked alone to survive life, I bent and gave until my body broke, untold. I am the ghost who lives inside my life.

The world spins on, a distant, busy hive, But in this room, a deeper truth is told: I lie in bed and face this quiet strife.

Though trapped within this cage, I am alive, A weary fighter, stubborn and unsold. I am the ghost who lives inside my life, I lie in bed and face this quiet strife.