by rock Dec 24, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
I was all on my own at my house,my dark leaking house.I hate my house because i hear ghosts and footsteps coming from each direction of the walls n the this house. |
Good job, I like this poem... I personality don't believe in ghosts but lately I have been hearing things that were not there and seeing things sooo I don't really know anymore... and I think it could be both (your imagination and real) it could be real and there really could be a ghost and your imagination could be making you scared of the ghost.... what if it was a good/nice ghost?... 5/5 |