Lost

He's searching for his options. Alone with no one to see. The options are dim an seizes. Should he lay here, or try moving on his own. Struggling with storing his emotions and pain like rotting acid rain. Pressure trying so hard not to gain. It's all reaching to the surface, bulging out his skin. He wimpers weekly and lights start to dim. He doesnt know whats wrong with him. Its a light he follows it to the end of the tunnel, and disappears..