I'm not emotional

I'm very stressed out

Why can't they be put away

A better, safer route

A way to not be grey

Maybe a nice yellow instead

That would be better than being afraid

Thinking these thought on my bed

Shifting

Wandering

Falling

Dying

Softy

I don't want be heard

I feel like a dumb thing

My sight keeps getting blurred

Finally something

Can I be saved?

A lighten hallway

Gradually getting enslaved

Silently praying

Trying to find my way

Pulling free from my chains