Echoes that Swallow

No talk, no chat, just whispers of my own voice

Playing the music inside my mind, leaving me with no choice.

I hear the banter all day long, and sometimes with glee,

But that "sometimes" comes once in a while—mostly it’s misery.

At times it plays tricks on me to check if I fall,

Sadly, I fall most of the time, and then it stands tall.

Leaving nothing behind but guilt and shame I wish it wasn't me but somebody else to be blamed

Eating my inner world, my self-worth it swallows,

My heart numb, my brain—so hollow.