Sadness echoes deep

In the shadows I dwell,
Heartache I embrace,
Trapped in my own despair,
I'm lost in an empty space

Veiled in sorrow's cloak,
I wither day by day,
Haunted by the echoes,
Of dreams that fade away

Beneath the weight of lies,
I crumble and decay,
A silent scream within,
As my hope begins to fray

The meaning, elusive,
Slips through my trembling hands,
A puzzle of torment,
Where understanding withstands

Into the abyss I plunge,
Chasing elusive peace,
Yet this void within me,
Never seems to cease

"Stay strong," they whisper,
In a world so cold and gray,
But strength becomes a phantom,
Into the darkness I convey

No solace in the echoes,
No comfort to retrieve,
It's a desolate battle,
Where even shadows grieve

"Too late" my soul whispers softly,
As time slips through the haze,
I'm the author of my demise,
In this melancholic maze

"Live your life," they murmur,
In tones so hollow that I dread,
But what's the purpose in living,
When your soul is already dead?