The Shadows Come Too

Laying in the darkness. Laying among the dead,
Here I see the shadows, as I lay upon my bed.
I feel them closing in, as I try to fall asleep,
All I count are shadows, I can't envision sheep.

The walls are getting smaller; the air is getting thin,
Feel the shadows as they crawl upon my skin.
The darkness is engulfing me more and more each day,
I need to be free from this, there has to be someway.

I know that I'm not quite right anymore,
I know that leaving just takes walking out the door.
But no matter where I go, the shadows will come too,
Shadows from the past, shadows from the new.

I go to school, the shadows are there,
But I seem to be the only one that they stare.
They give me the look, with hatred in their eyes,
They stare at me with pure despise.

I can't concentrate anymore, as it's getting to hard,
Someone please take them before I get more scarred.
The colors have gone to black and white,
I see no point in continuing this fight.

I know that I'm not right in my head anymore,
For leaving this hell should just take walking out the door.
It doesn't matter where go, doesn't matter what I do,
For everywhere I go, the shadows will come too...

~*Who Cares?*~
this poem popped into my head without much thought.