my dark nights.
when the lights come off, my deceased grandfather plays the light, and the music helps me to continue on, keeping trying, put up a fight.
sometimes i feel alone in the room, sometimes i feel like theirs ghost visitors wondering why im crying, i turn my head because sometimes i have no answer.
they watch over me, behind my 2 closet doors.
my hair is dry and needs rich moisture.
it's long and come down to my upper shoulders.
i would wear a jacket to cover my stomach, if i wouldn't sweat.
i would cry all night long, till a headache, but still don't want to give up
I have cried until my eyes burn.
I am hurt and feel cold inside.
when you touch me my body shakes.
you speak with so much ambiton, pride, and intellegence.