M.H.

When this was wrote I was contemplating whether life was worth living.

Two blocks over
Four houses down
Sits a place where I sleep each night,
It holds me captive,
Not letting me breathe,
Among the half hearted smiles,
And blank eyes
Hides broken hopes, twisted minds,
And shattered dreams
To cover the pain, and the fright
The half hearted smiles and blank eyes
Shine
Putting forth false joy.
I say it is enough
To say I've had enough
Of familiar smells,
Urine, animals, and medication
And to know if
A board creaks,
It's the not so silent monster
Searching for flaws to feed on,
Is it enough that I've had enough?
Listening to the stifled cries,
Or taunts from the paranoid
I myself, taking caution, keeping an eye out
Staring into the darkness
Through the doorway, down the hall
Where the monster arises each day.