Mourning Skies

As a Ghost

In the walls of my home
I linger in silence
With every glance
I doubt my existence

They can't see me anymore
Locked inside my room
Counting up the days
Until I can bloom

Be free at age eighteen
And count the days until
I can free myself
Fly from my window sill

I will no longer be
A ghost inside the wall
My voice will no longer fade
Into the dark when I fall

Because this time
I will stand on the ground
That they have tried to burry me under
And I won't make a sound

When they push me down
I will not cry
I will not be the ghost
Of the days I passed by