the ghost

I'm just the ghost of of a man, a shell of a human being, a open plain of empty emotion and wide open valley of pain. I'm planting seeds to grow a new me, but the world keeps putting fertilizer on my dreams, but the more you shit on me, the more I grow. A tear in my eye and blood on my chin. I'm always alone, even when I'm with friends. Maybe God will forgive me for my sins, is this the begining or the end.