Disclaimer: Don't own FY. 3rd poem I've typed 2day. Hand hurts.

Ghosts in the Night
By Suki
As I sit here,
I wonder, why?
Why I lived,
And why they died.
I can't take the thought,
Of being alone.
Being surrounded by friends,
Is the only life I've known.
But as I sit,
I hear a sound.
A sound of people,
All around.
And I look around,
With an expression of fright.
And I see my friends,
Ghosts in the night.