Good times

by Iforeverpromise2   Dec 8, 2011

/All day long I sit in one spot
praying for some kind of miracle
that will help me to heal
Paranoia sets in
when I suspect people entering my home late at night
I sit in the silence of the night wondering what to do in case that scenerio should play out again
baseball bat to the head
can't see myself doing such a thing
what if they have a gun
I could be dead before I swing it
checking to make sure the backdoors locked and sealed tight
the only comfort I get from my mom is to put a stick in front of the door so I know someones been in my home...
If someone wasn't entering my home would I be experiencing

good times in the household of one
Iforeverpromise 2


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