Sanity wanes
and I do not know
what it is I honestly need
to avoid hours like this

That familiar static
rings insatiably in my ear
and the lights turn on

I walk the wrong hall
afraid and tired
to push myself through sounds and sights
that blind and deafen
and can't be handled
by a person as weak as I

And I am aware
consciously
to all the truth I spill

Does hate feel better here?
I used to not hate
let alone literally feel

THE LONGER I STAY, THE LONGER I'M LIKELY TO STAY HERE