My hands passed through my phone as if I was a ghost. Unable to reply to my loved ones asking if I was alright. Unable to text back my best friend. The one who I shared most of my life with. The one who carried me when life felt heavy. But now my own phone feels heavy. All my motivation and willingness to reply back drained from my body as if I was allergic to them. At the end of the day I can't help but pass through people like a ghost. I'll rest now like the ghost I am