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?