Ghost Crowd

I woke up alone again today
I'm not sure what to do
With the ghosts that crowd
Always crowding my room,
Crowded is my head and
Crowded is my lonely bed
One can only heal so much
When the ghosts keep opening up
All the old wounds once healed
They're always breaking that seal
What can I do? What can I say?
To make these lingering ghosts go away?
At the core of my being I want to love
But when I look around all that I see
Are the ghosts that are following me
With their hands, and their eyes
And their all too familiar lips whispering lies
I lay here as the morning turns to afternoon
Wondering, always wondering, if and when
I'll finally let go of my crowd of ghosts
And if I let go will they even leave?
Or will they stay and drive my love away?
I'm filled with questions about my future
But the more that I think the more I'm afraid
For what do I do? What do I even say?
To the ghosts of lingering heartbreaks
That simply never seem to go away