Ghost Girl

• Shayla Wooldridge, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

She walks through the crowd,
Voices talking too loud,
Couples stand together,
Looking so proud.
She stares at her feet and silently starts to weep,
She stumbles a bit,
As people push through the street.
Then she starts to fade,
Skin and clothes changing shade,
Thoughts of her past form; the time she started with the blade.
The way she dragged it across her skin,
The way the cut looked too thin,
And the way the pain brought relief.
Now she stands in the background all faded and grey,
And this all started because of that day where love did her wrong.
The ghost girl, lost because of love.