Sunday, November 24, 2013

A Ghost

You'd think it'd get easier.
The silence echoes in my ears.
Cold turkey alone,
Birthday but no birthday song,
Solo no one to cheers.

Can't look back.
Hurts too bad.
Blinders up,
Like I never had a family.
It would mean more to me,
Than it does to most.  
I've become a ghost.  

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