Echo

I want to scream into this void,
          Yet no voice will hear my cry. 
          
          How far can I go
          Before I'm at the edge?
          
          There is so much I wish to do,
          So much I cannot do. 
          
          How tight are these strings,
          These strings around my soul?
          
          If I leapt, 
          Would they hold out or snap?
          
          But these strings are my lifeline,
          And my lifeline is not done for yet. 

I'll start writing again eventually. But until then I will survive behind the scenes, half aware of the fact I have this account 

I feel like I was last here around the end of 2017 and now it's 2019. Yikes

Yikes. When was the last time I was here? Absolutely no clue. But I guess I'm back again? Maybe? 
          
          I'll honestly be surprised if anyone remembers me I've been that dead