Roommate

I have a roommate

who believes she lives alone

Though I've never made

my presence known to her

She finds comfort in me

and talks to me as if

she knew I was listening

I can feel her staring at me

Sometimes for what

seems like hours

Searching for something

beneath the white paint

If I could only leave this room

I'd go out and find

her the help she needs

I hear it all

The 1 am drunkenness

The 2 am screaming

The 3 am crying

The 4 am pleas

But what I hear the most

is the silence while she

fights the battle within