Colors to Gray and Screams to Whispers

I’m closing my eyes.
There’s a little darkness.
I’m so used to seeing every now and then.
My eyes have gone gray.
The color has been drained from my chest.
Why do I feel so empty.
But yet so heavy.
My chest heaves with every breath.
I try to silence these thoughts.
They’ve gotten louder since last.
It takes a bit more.
To get the words that scream in my head.
To whisper through my lips.