Ghosts

Blue eyes watch my every move,
I can feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek.
When ever i open my eyes to shun the world,
He is alway's there.
I try and hide away inside myself,
And each time i fail miserabley.
He watches my every move,
as he try's to understand how it is that he is dead.
His ghostlly tears fall onto my face when i sleep,
I know that soon he'll be given a new life.
He'll have yet another chance to live.
I fear that i may lose my mind,
with all the things i am forced to see.
It feels as though something is about to happen.
Something bad is coming for me,
I feel like i need some one to save me.
But maybe i just need to stop hiding.
i can tell that he is inside my thoughts,
I fear the fact that he can tell wht i want or need.
he whispers to me to live so that he may have justice for his own death,
Justice.
what a sad word,
no one witll ever be justified.
when we die who will bring us justice if we die a horrid death?
no one will.
No one will even care.
Can one hug a dead child who cry's out for his or her mother?
Can you even hear their crys of confusion as they stand by your side?
no.
and you never will.
thats my chore it seems like i'm the one who needs to comfort them.