Fighting

Walking down this alley
shadows are not what they seem
creatures of the dark following me
and my fears is what they feed

surrounding me theres no escape
filling me up with hate
my light of hope starts to fade
along with my last threat of faith

i am forever alone
dreaming of a happy home
filled of joy and hope
but its to much to ask for

so ill fight by my self
not wanting any help
i will fight my own hell
and i will not fail.