A little light

Sometimes I just give up
Or I want to give up
I feel done wrong to
I feel fucked
And I can’t do anything
Tearing me down

Torn down by work
Not by the job
But the people
Clueless
Telling
And playing with people
With me
And I just stay on the rails
Waiting for the train
The train to run me down

Train stops
But still hits
Still hurts
Damage done
To me
To mine
To respect
To trust
Screwed
In the daylight

With now the darkness
Coming is colors
Hidden in black
All fades
To be woken
Woken by bright dots of yellow
Yellow in summer
Yellow in June
For yellow in November
For yellow in October

Making me fight
But ammo
Is gone
Armour is no more

Just ready
For slaughter
For pain

For help
For crying
For needing blue