Ghost

I feel so empty, i feel so hollow. I carve a thousand pictures in my skin and it doesnt make it any easier to accept what has come to pass. To know, to feel, and yet, i must deny all thats happened in order to live. I want to die.
To feel the darkness creeping into my vision, and let it all go again. I have no reason to stay, and yet, i persist in telling myself i am something. Naught but a ghost, a shadow.
I hate that i have to fade out the people that love me, for fear of being hurt. But how else can i survive this?
If i pretend like nothings happened, can i look him in the eye?
Would he have it any other way?
Would you?

Take my heart, turn it off, make it stop, and maybe maybe, i'll see a way to live without loveing, feeling, being.

Shut off all the passion i ever had.