Got a lot of cover on my bed to pull over my head, don't want to see the night, been waiting so long for the light to shine in my eyes like a flashlight, pulled over, did I run the light? am I not light enough, can you define, had enough? It's not giving up the right to life, I have the right to live, a right to speak, a left and right to write, don't matter which side, if you love yourself, you're accused of having too much pride, self hate is sin coz it's suicide, you murk yourself it's homicide so they're pushed aside, feelings deep inside crying like children wanting to come outside, the door is closed and it's locked, sitting a chair, I got it blocked, tuned out to the knocks