They like to keep me up night--
creeping around, haunting sounds, and pale figures in doorways I can barely make out.
They like to keep me on my toes--
Small phrases that make it sounds like they care and then they turn around and stab in me the back.
They try to remind me how to move forward--
but all they do is hold me back and keep me trapped between getting out and staying there.
These ghosts aren't the ones who haunt my hallways at night.
They are not the ones you can banish with some spell or some pretty knick knack you find at the store.
No, these are the ghosts of my mind.
They are the ones who remind me everyday I am in the same place.
They are the people who forgot me.
They are the loves I have lost.
The ghosts I cannot hide from.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
They like to keep me up night--
creeping around, haunting sounds, and pale figures in doorways I can barely make out.
They like to keep me on my toes--
Small phrases that make it sounds like they care and then they turn around and stab in me the back.
They try to remind me how to move forward--
but all they do is hold me back and keep me trapped between getting out and staying there.
These ghosts aren't the ones who haunt my hallways at night.
They are not the ones you can banish with some spell or some pretty knick knack you find at the store.
No, these are the ghosts of my mind.
They are the ones who remind me everyday I am in the same place.
They are the people who forgot me.
They are the loves I have lost.
The ghosts I cannot hide from.
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