The Screaming

I'm shakey and I'm sick
But the screaming in the background
Keeps me on the run
I'm losing grip on my reality
My life is slipping through my fingers
Make it stop; Can you please?
Let me run to a dead-end
With a wall to my back
So I can maybe keep an eye
On the world around me
In front of me
Make it stop
All of it just stop
Can you?
Please?
I'm falling backwards again
The world spinning by
In colors of blue and red
I haven't slept in my room for days
Too afraid of the darkness
In the shadows that the street lights
Cast on my walls
And the screaming continues
Can you?
Stop...
Please...?