Give into ghosts that haunt you. Accept the friends you want to. I feel like I am barely on. A well with all the water drawn. Are there rooms inside, protection from the passers by? Is there a place where I can close my eyes? I wish there was. In the hallway light you slip right by like a mirage. When I'm hard on life, I sleep in days and wander nights. With legs too weak to carry on, we fall apart like falling stars