My house is filled with ghosts,
That only I can see,
I try to tell my mother,
But she laughs at me.
They haunt my every step,
Whispering past events,
telling me their stories,
Filling me with worries.
I lay in bed at night,
Full of anxiety and fright,
That one of them might try to hurt me.
I see jet black figures in my mirrors,
And deformed silhouettes in my windows,
I close my eyes and pray for them to go away.
I guess I'm just intruding,
Living where they once did,
They have followed me around since I was a kid.
My mother takes me to the doctor,
Who diagnoses me with schizophrenia,
Says' it's all in my head,
That I can't see anyone who's dead.
Locked in an institution for days,
They still wouldn't go away,
They never left my side,
They haunt me still to this day.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
My house is filled with ghosts,
That only I can see,
I try to tell my mother,
But she laughs at me.
They haunt my every step,
Whispering past events,
telling me their stories,
Filling me with worries.
I lay in bed at night,
Full of anxiety and fright,
That one of them might try to hurt me.
I see jet black figures in my mirrors,
And deformed silhouettes in my windows,
I close my eyes and pray for them to go away.
I guess I'm just intruding,
Living where they once did,
They have followed me around since I was a kid.
My mother takes me to the doctor,
Who diagnoses me with schizophrenia,
Says' it's all in my head,
That I can't see anyone who's dead.
Locked in an institution for days,
They still wouldn't go away,
They never left my side,
They haunt me still to this day.
