I wake to a yellow horizon pressing cold against my chest
The room contracts in whispers, like a cage I built from rest
Breath comes slow, a ribbon torn, threads snag on my own skin
The walls tilt close to keep me in, and I’m begging not to give in
Anxious lungs rehearse the storm I can’t outrun
Every blink is 1% lighter than the one before it’s won
Backrooms, backrooms, I’m begging to be seen
Between the squeak of doors and the drift of fear I breathe in between
If I float too far, will I wake, or drift into the blue?
Backrooms, backrooms, I’m fighting just to stay in view
Sleep stalls with shadows pinning me down to a midnight floor
The bed becomes a ocean, and the tide pulls me toward the door
Paralysis shakes my chest with hands I can’t untangle or speak
I whisper, “please someone listen,” while the ceiling learns my peak
I count the shadows like a prayer for air I haven’t found
The pulse inside the gloss drums louder when I slow the sound
Backrooms, backrooms, I’m begging to be seen
Between the squeak of doors and the drift of fear I breathe in between
If I float too far, will I wake, or drift into the blue?
Backrooms, backrooms, I’m fighting just to stay in view
If a door could open to a lighter sky
Would I walk it, would I dare to try?
But right now the map is inked with doubt and sighs
And somewhere inside, I want to live, not hide
Backrooms, backrooms, I’m learning to survive the light
Halls glow brighter when I admit I’m not all right
I’m learning breath again, in words I’ll say aloud
Backrooms, backrooms, I’m choosing help, I’m choosing now
Backrooms, backrooms, the yellow softens with the day
If help is a doorway, I’ll walk it, step by step I’ll stay
Backrooms, backrooms, I’m here in the quiet, I’m not gone
And even in the dark, I’m not alone
BiBi
