Talking to a ghost that don't talk back. Making friends with the shadows on the wall. The air feels heavy, my chest turns slack. I thought I had it all. But the whispers fall like winter rain and nothing answers, just the pain. The clouds in my head, they turn to black. I'm chasing something I can't track I'm watching the mirror as it cracks, when I see myself. Sitting by myself on a shelf. Nobody wants. Talking to a ghost, I thought I had it all The floorboards creak beneath my feet. Each step a secret. A broken beat. The moonlight cuts through the empty room. But the silence hums its quiet tune. And I wonder if the ghost is me, or just the echo of who I used to be I'm watching the mirror as it cracks, when I see myself. Sitting by myself on a shelf. Nobody wants. Talking to a ghost, I thought I had it all Every shadow holds a name I forgot. Every whisper a truth I fought. Fingers trace the dust. A home built on trust but the walls crumble with every thought
