Fading Memories (just another poem proving I'm crazy)

I've stopped seeing colors,
I'm locked in a room,
White painted walls surrounding,
I suffocate and drag my nails on the wall,
The noise sounds like the scrape of chalk,
Against the board,
Things scribbled,
Memories clutched in my hands,
Love, kindness, misery,
Why do the bad things,
Stick out,
A black thumb,
And the good just blend,
Gone and fade.

Reality has a lost meaning,
No use to a scribbler like me,
I will write and shed tears on this paper,
Let the ink smear,
Inky bloody tears of hate,
Ruined love and sadness,
Clouds of misery,
My happiness is gone,
Never has my poems been happy,
This white room door labeled crazy,
Come in I won't remember that I hate you,
So muddled and jumbled,
Memories fade,
No matter my outstretched hand,
So gone forever.