My Ghosts

This poem describes the people and memories of my life

I'm near yet again to the pit of endless pain
And as the ghosts of my heart drains the life out of me
There they are laughing at me with their cold-blooded faces
It must have been so bad for them to live with me
Every one of them killing me in there own way
Yeah they must be having fun
Lost in there own joys
None of them really know what they made me do
I have been wrong there is no love in them
But now it's to late
All they are ghosts to me
The ones I m terribly hanging to
The shreds of hope
That are no more for me now
Don't get worried my GHOSTS
The time is coming soon
That time when you would be free from this
The terrible pain to be with me
As I am yet near again to the pit
The pit from there is no answer of coming back
So I bid farewell to you all
My ghosts all that is left now
Your memories imprinted over my heart