A half painted shadow

You can’t see me
hear me breathing
Light flickers, its deceiving.
I sit in the corner of the room
this is where I live, my tomb
see it all ended years ago
though I haven’t got the courage to leave
to go.
Sometimes the inhabitants of this house
can see me in the corner of their eye
But not every dead person can just die
I can’t leave my daughters here alone
So I live on a half painted shadow in a ghostly home.