ECHOES

Echoes

Locked in an acoustic room

Voices bouncing off paint-peeled walls 

From nobody hearing the screams from within

Soundproof

Conversing with the sounds of your own voice

Yelling back at you

No pads on walls to save you from the bruises

The cuts

Scrapes

Scraping away your sanity one layer at a time

Embraced by a make-shift Michael Jackson jacket

But zippers replaced by straps and buckles

Buckling your knees because you can stand 

Whats going on in your own head

White noise mixed with blue screams

Hands tied so, you cant write out your struggles

Being looked at sideways by your reflection 

For talking out your problems

But all you hear

Are echoes

Screaming back at you

Echoes

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