my screams are just white noise

this is a ghost story
​
pain changes you
grief wears you away

until you have forgotten
who you are 
time isn't promised
to everyone

as a ghost 
i know this

i am trapped in a room
all the walls are made
of clocks

the ticking is too loud
and when it stops
i know it was my heart
i can't hear my voice

my screams are 
just white noise

i stand in the corner
watching life go on
i am dead

i live off others
memories
and hope 
so i can feel
alive again

i flicker
 the lamp
by your bed

i tell you how 
to make the most
out of life
but you don't listen

because you are already
a ghost 

haunting yourself