GHOST TOWN

Imagine if you will

Screaming your lungs out for no reason.

That’s what everyone else sees. It’s the only way you feel people pay attention. So, you pretend to give them everything.

You are on your own. You have family, but the good and bad-both you do on your own. Everywhere you walk, the wind…Your thoughts… Suffocates, snatches your breath, push you every which way.

You drift. You already have a habit of drifting. Feeling empty and worth less because of your focus. Those dreams you tell everyone, when you’re alone, you don’t remember. You sit and watch… Everything become old, turn nasty-your attitude, your aggression, sadness, until you’re empty.

You shiver. Chills from all the good abandoned.

Thoughts resemble harm. Scary thoughts that come during sad songs and death when you feel love growing- out of reach-the wreckage people addicted use to live in a dream.

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Where’s your ghost town?

Do you remember when you felt dead inside.

Was it age eleven when you were scared your parents wouldn’t make it back home. You felt the spirit telling you their fast life would cause them to crash and burn.

Every time I hear 80’s rock. Ballads covered in sadness. Sex and drugs fill you with happiness and love you can’t hold