My room is haunted.
To The Ghost.
My room is haunted
And I can’t get to sleep
Because the ghost in my room
Is distracting me
I can hear him smiling
Looking down on me
I look up to see him,
Sadness drops upon me.
No one is there,
I should have known.
He is a ghost in despair,
Why would he come home?
But then I hear him behind me,
As he lies in my shabby bed,
And he whispers in my ear,
“I am no longer happy dead”
His words drain me,
Put a dark storm over my head.
They haunt me in my dreams
And turn my last drop of joy to dread.
I want him to stay.
Please don’t go
Because if you go away,
I’ll be all alone.
I know it is wrong,
To hold onto a ghost.
Maybe if I was strong,
I would let it go.
But until then he stays,
Molding into my shadow.
He is never too far away,
And I just might like it that way
