the little dead girl waiting.

I feel as though im running is it from you or just an allusion of my mind.
Oh, but now im hanging upside down.
I lay on this dark ceiling watching a little dead girl watch and wait for her turn to have a chance against fate.
She knows im watching.
No one sees her but me. I watch.
I cant help but question.
Why am I the only one who can see her.
Or is it not just I who has seen this child die.
Fate never chooses her she just waits for someone any one to notice her even though I already have.
I feel as though I’ve woken from a deep sleep.
And comen since flows over me…
That maybe just maybe, that that little girl waiting
Is me.