Dear Mom,
By Zack
Dear mom,
It's like you're dead, even though you're not.
Your ghost floats past my room into my sister's
and occasionally into mine.
I sit in my room as I see your car lights shine against my window-
lighting up the darkness that keeps my soul in chains.
I hear you open up the door, letting in your presence.
Your voice haunts me in the kitchen,
I hear you talk, mostly on the phone to someone I don't know-
echoing in my ears,
through my head.
Maybe I'm the one that's dead...
Author Notes: Wassup ;p
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