Echos of the Past

I hate feeling so alone-
Echos of the past stir inside-
Making me wish I could hide.

Whispers in the dark-
Tell me I am worthless-
Even though I try my best.

Sleep my only shelter
Where I dream of something better
Only to awake with a hollow, gnawing dread.

How do you escape your greatest fears-
When they reside right here-
Where you can’t run away and hide.

Can it really be living-
Going through the motions-
Yet feeling nothing but hollow pain?


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