Void

Bursting down in tears
My soul starts to shutter
Colours of the world began to decay
The thoughts become a burden
And " feeling" starts to hurt
"what am I suposed to do?" 
Echoes in this madness
Not a soul tryes to touch
Becouse is easyer to look away
Nobody tryes to heal
Becouse only you can see your shackles 
They're heavy burden 
Strucks down hope
And slowly going down
On that tiny little rope