Story: She's A Ghost now, Just a Ghost ~ Zayn J. Malik

Deep in forest the police found her body;
cuts on her arms wanted by nobody.
No people gather to reminisce her sins,
she was once a fair haired maiden,
now with pasty white skin.

Her name was honesty, but she wasn’t honest.
Called herself “Hollie”, called her that we promised.
She was so positive, dreamed of better tomorrow.
But the gangs and thugs she was with
weren’t the ones to be followed.

She’s a ghost now, just a ghost.
She’s a ghost now, just a ghost.

She wanted to be a dancer
and her ribs began to show.
She regretted eating birthday cake
six months ago.
Desperation unknown
but you could see sorrow in her eyes.
As the booze was drained down
her neck and her life was full of lies.

She’s a ghost now, just a ghost.
She’s a ghost now, just a ghost.

She screamed at her reflection,
threw her brush at the mirror.
Put a cigarette to her mouth
to see if she could see things any clearer.
Pulling out her own hair,
she remembered the tablets in the draw.
The doctor told her “one a day”…
She couldn’t take it anymore.

She’s a ghost now, just a ghost.
She’s a ghost now, just a ghost.

Deep in the forest the press find their story,
“a talented ballet dancer didn’t find her glory”.
Rushed to be question asking what I knew,
as the tears streamed down my face,
and what I said was true:

“She was just a girl, she was just a girl.
She was just a girl, a scared girl.”