The loss of color

There was a time I saw in color.
Smiling happily, a child
lost in wonder.
Then the voices got louder.
Screams and yells were hard
and loud like thunder.
I would then hide under the covers,
trying to survive with
deep slumber.
But I didn't make it.
I began to be tired almost
constantly, trying to
be the child that used to dream.
Though my world began to bleed
black and white.
The voices came back,
and took over my mind.
As the years passed by.
I realized they also took my life.
They turned me into a walking corpse,
a body whose heart beated with no extra force.
No purpose at all, to keep living.
To the point where I question,
why I keep breathing.