Ghost

somedays I go un noticed
I am here
I feel my heart beating
it's like I'm a ghost
not seen
not heard
like I don't exsist

mornings fade into dusk
days turn into weeks
buried beneath personal treasures
hidden between crevices of life
sometimes forgotten

silence roars like mighty thunder
I twist and scream just to be normal
just to have what the material can't fill

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