“Still Here”

I’ve got dead friends and family in my head that give me advice

They make sure I know what’s wrong and what’s right

For my tastes their time here was much too short

I don’t argue with them I got no retort 

So what if it’s just me calling out to a higher plane?

I personally don’t think it’s insane

I love my dead friends and family that live in my head 

While they were here my soul they fed 

They guide me through while I’m still here

Sometimes I wish they were still here to share a smile and spread some cheer

They’ve become ghosts that I welcome when they haunt

They’re loud, unwavering, righteous, and staunch

Corporeal I miss them but they still live 

Their souls still willing to steer and to give 

I’d kill in exchange to have them back

But in my heart of hearts I know they don’t want that 

I’ve got dead friends and family in my head that give me advice 

What a fine line between death and life 

Part of me thinks they wrote this poem 

I’m happy when they visit my home 

An honor I feel it is to carry them with me 

Their fiery light burning the darkness helps me to see

Are they really dead or just transmuted?

Maybe they’re not here and I’m just stupid 

But I wouldn’t have it any other way

I love to hear what they have to say 

I’ve got dead friends and family in my head that give me advice

They make sure I know what is wrong and what’s right