Haunted Mansion
My mind is like a haunted mansion.
It's beautiful
and big,
decorated elegantly.
But there's a hidden mystery.
There are unwanted guests,
who come and go as they please.
They haunt me, walking around
and whispering.
Their dark shadows creep
through the walls,
they don't need permission to come,
they just do.
On any day.
At any hour.
At any place.
They can walk from room to room and
wreck
each one's beauty.
Even if I were to try
and put the house up for sale,
no one would take it.
I can't leave it,
because
it's
my
home.
Every time I try
to run away,
no matter where I go,
I step into the lobby
time and time again.
Some days are good, and
on those days
I cherish my lovely furnished home.
But,
other days
aren't good.
And it is in those moments
that I want to go
to the very top floor
and jump
out
a
window.
To scream and not be heard.
To fall and smile at my only victory.
To feel the wind rush around me
and create a sense of safety.
To crash and know it hurts less
than life did for me.
To know everything is finally over.