The Ghost of a Man

I really need somebody to hold and tell me he loves me. I really need somebody to kiss the scars away from my heart. A savior to save me from this mad world and this life of mine. Over the years i have learned that people change. meaning they sounded like symphonies and during those years the beat becomes repetetive and sometimes evil. I leave them alone and walk way and they become like a ghost who tries to stay away but to me they are very mysterious. But now they cant reach out for me anymore because the secerts i carry some how fade way. i have felt a brokened heart many times. Do i pick myself up or just keep on crying? this i know is the only way to get away somethings have to change and sometimes the heart has to bend but all i know is that the ghostly man is just a memory in the past that make me stronger every minute of the day