Echos

Not a victim you’ll find here

nor a punching bag

for the hooks of your moods

Sorry not sorry

I can’t do it anymore

five minutes of feeling 

like I matter more than dirt

isn’t worth the seconds 

that last weeks

at my wits end

who are you filling 

with your big  

eyes tonite

who was I kidding

besides my former self

lusting after nostalgia 

like an addict 

needing a dopamine fix

but you tried to break me

there’s no step plan

to heal my soul

just the echo of my tears

hitting the floor 

just the echo of my fears

when you’re at the door