Ghosts follows me...

I am walking alone, by my own.
That was my option, I choose that.
Now ghost are tracking me down
And they want to take over my head

I don't care for them
But they don't disturb me
Maybe I just have to break a chain
And my memories are goin to get back to me

I don't remember my past
I don't have any one?
I don't live the present
Am I sleeping all day long?

I don't look for a future
I will die tomorrow?
I need to take my life back
But maybe I don't have that.

I do not choose to get born
I don't want to die
But I am burning all along
Since the day I was born

Ghosts are trying to kill me?
Or they just want to save me from my misery?
I don't know...
but maybe they want me to live, to avenge them.

{This poem was written in the middle of the night, Without backspace...}