The Fighting Ghost

If I'm alive, Why do I feel so dead? Invisible No one can see me No one cares how I feel No one cares if I'm here or not I'm a ghost The living dead A spirit living among humans I watch them They're so happy Some hug, hold hands, or kiss Others laugh and play They're alive, yet nothing like me They go outside and play sports I stay inside and hold my breath Until my face turns purple Then my dreams try to stop me I stop, but not for long The humans have parties With music and dancing I have a party of wrist-cutting And pulling my hair out They all stay up late, laughing through the night My screams keep me up as I try to cry myself to sleep My screams are loud But no one hears them Does anyone care? Did anyone ever care? Does anyone love me? Does anyone even like me? Can anyone see me at all? Do humans cry? Do they cry like I do? How come I can see them, But they can't see me? I want them to feel the pain I feel I want them to understand But will they?