"they are only echos
don't let them get to you"
you say
but you do not understand
they are echos yes
but they are echos of screams
they bounce off the walls
and echo in my ears
the tell me I am worthless
they tell me I am the problem
I ran from them
I ran from everything
and for just a moment I was free
but the echos have found me
slowly but surely
for the echos come from me
and I can only run from myself so far
so I stay
for I have no where else to run
I know in death that I will be free
but an early death
is an echos victory
© casmoss