I Want Out

I hate living in this head,
I hate this bed I made,
The sheets of course dread,
Pillows of memories won't fade,
Thing blaze too bright,
My eyes are offended by it,
I lack any color or light,
So I don't seem to fit,
This doesn't make any sense,
My eyes are still pained,
My mind is unnaturally dense,
My living has become strained,
My voice doesn't works it seems,
I can't get get my desperate shout,
People can't hear silent screams,
Whatever, I want out.