nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

How it feels to be me - ORIGINAL POEM

Ghosts I see, lingering in my head,

And I have little room or way to say how it saddens me so,

There's little way I can say how it brings me down,

And how I always think about those days, with little room in my head to know,

Know anything else, as my memory wanes each passing day,

And I can barely find the strength to get out of bed in the morning,

And how I feel so much older than my age suggests,

Carrying with me, to stay away, red flags and warning after warning.