unsafe

sad suicide living in an unsafe space, but that is life as i've chosen as i remain... when the loss from theft (or is it robbery) is in the many thousands of dollars and insurance will not cover it and the thief may be back at any time, the space feels quite unsafe and how can sleep sleep come when the space feels unsafe?... how can sleep come when there is not more trust?... how can sleep come when all smiles are erased... how can sleep come when respect has been crushed?... peace is a place without threat of invasion... peace is a please where trust is alive... peace is a place that is a safe haven... peace is a place without shuck and jive... peace leaves when unrest arrives... it feels so unsafe here now... i just want to cry...

hey, what's going on (what's the buzz, tell me what's a happening?) hey, what's going down? (what's the buzz, tell me what went wrong?) hey, can you take the knife out of my back (don't twist it any harder) hey, this is such a sad song - it is not where i belong...

but here i am...