The ghost

The past is something that often haunts me It follows me like a dark plague out to destroy all my hopes and dreams Its darkness engulfs me whether I'm awake or asleep Out for blood like a hungry wolf that preys on innocent sheep You're trying to push me closer to the edge waiting for me to leap People tell me that courage and strength is all I need and soon my demons will see their defeat But the numbers in your army seem to multiply by the day I want to believe that I will win the battle and show you that I am here to stay But what's the point if no one believes that I'm even trying anyways Being wild and reckless was the blame and now I can recognize the common theme These are the characteristics of my demons so everyone thinks were on the same team Now I realize that I should accept that there is no hope for someone like me They were there for me when no one else was