Echoes Poem by johann weiss

Alone in my room I hear whispers of my own fears,
These echoes of my past that bring me to tears.
A knife, I hold in my hand can make these leave me,
Is it so much to ask to just forget I know the sharp edge.

The walls were white but now grow red,
As I see all my fears and anxieties are fed.
I just want to fall away into the abyss tonight,
Just let me go, and hold myself upright.

I grow only older as the days pass by,
Thinking back hurts and joy leaves as time flies.
Yet, your memory stays with me until my end has come,
Yet until this pain fades, I can’t stand living.

I hear your voice again, only in echoes,
I see your face again as I stare into this wound.
These echoes that haunt me are all I know of you now,
A friendship once stood as our ground and now, we are distant.

I have this memory of a scream that was in my dream,
It symbolized that not everything is as it seems.
And as I awoke, I also screamed out loud,
With tears down my face I knew the word.

I shouted your name…..