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i’m starting to feel like a ghost within these four walls.

i walk in and out and no one even notices when i call.

i miss saying good morning and good night to someone that cares.

maybe one day the walls will come crashing down on top of me,

ending it all.

until then i’m stuck in this building,

barely existing.

walking through these walls like an out of place body.

lost in the wrong dimension,

born into the wrong world.

since i lost the ones that grounded me, i’m floating above the ground.

my heads not in the clouds, but maybe there’s a home for me there.

found walls filled with love and family and being a ghost wouldn’t be out of the ordinary.

to be fair,

they tried to make this a home for me,

giving me all the necessities.

somewhere to sleep, eat and wash my hair.

but home remains missing.

a ghost in these walls.

i miss movie nights and the smell of your cooking.

the feeling of someone’s touch that wanted me there.

instead of the coldness of being looked through and spoken over.

a compliment given but simply met with a glare.

home is warm.

and this feels cold.

a ghost trapped within these four walls.