Echo

    • All that I can see is cold darkness ahead
      As though it is like I am dead
      My cries, I can hear them echo down the hall
      Only to return my horrifying call
      No one cares, no one at all
      No one misses who I was or who I am now
      Is it true that they don't wonder how?
      Why don't they wonder where I went?
      Don't they seek to know why my life is spent?
      I suppose they will never know
      Why my eyes will never again glow
      So here I lie in my new home of silence
      Wondering how it all seems to make sense
      I only wanted to feel that I had purpose
      But it's too late for now I am no more than an echo
      But I'm not close to perfect. I'm not close to sane. I'm not the one to worship. And I'm not the one to blame.