The Ghost of You

I watched you die, bit by bit.

I watched you cry, on the inside.

I watched you lie to yourself

And everyone else.

You don’t smile anymore

Without it being fake.

You don’t make jokes anymore,

Not even for the masquerade’s sake.

You don’t sing anymore,

The voice inside you has died.

Your guitar sounds no more,

Smothered by the tears you’ve cried.

You close off to others,

You've become a wall.

I hope you snap out of it:

You won’t survive another fall…