It Echoes
I've been shouldering this for so long. I don't want this self-contempt or this guilt, yet I cling to it like a lifeline. There is a single spider's thread, taunting me as I reach desperately for it, to pull myself from my despair.
That voice inside my head chuckles, thoroughly amused by the idea.
There's no escaping. It's your fault.
That voice inside my head chuckles, thoroughly amused by the idea.
There's no escaping. It's your fault.