The boy with the blue T-shirt

i see dead people.

The boy with the blue T-shirt stood there.

Ever so quiet, ever so patiently. 

Just waiting for me to see what no one else could. 

The boy with the blue T-shirt stood there. 

Tears rolling to his chin. 

Eyes so blood shot his life came to an end. 

Only I could see him. 

I could not pretend.

He whispered to me, 

How is the girl with brown hair and green eyes? 

He laughs he plays, 

like the children who are alive today. 

He runs, he hides. 

but recently hes disappeared. 

All i hear is his voice. 

"Smash a glass. it would be funny." 

It was not my choice. 

For my head isn't playing a game. 

It is some what a gift, 

my ability to see. 

I know there are others who are just like me.