I'm an Empty Room

It's fitting im here. I'm in this empty room sharing my thoughts, nothing here but echoes. The more I press on, the louder they become. "Why?" "What's the point?" But I know they are just my echoes, my own insecurities. But without them what would I be? This emptiness, numbness and melancholy, Ive embraced it to my core. I know I walk this path alone.