"These Ghosts That Haunt Me"
This is based on this guy I know who had a lot of shit going on in his life. There were things haunting him that he couldn't seem to find peace with.
I want you to be happy
but think I'm the one to make you happy
I don't want to be alone
but I don't want anyone else
My grandmother would call me, "fickle"
I lay in bed all day thinking about what might have been
I have moments when I want to give in
but I'm not suicidal
I'm terrified of rotting in Hell
My grandmother would say,
"Some days are better than others"
I know you think about me sometimes
but not everyday
It makes me feel good that certain songs remind you of me
I need to believe I stand out to you
but fear you love her more than me
These memories are like ghosts haunting me
I'm just existing and don't know what to do
I don't want to live in the past
but it seems so much better than the future
Aren't I pathetic?
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