I should stay in my bed where I lay
what is there to do today
cover my head with my fluffy sheet
and don't go down stairs to eat
I am cleaving to my nest
ignore all those pesky guest
and what would piss me off the most
are those black shadows and ghost
if I mind my own business and stay upstairs
my troubles are mine not theirs
I refuse to play Dan's games
for its my heart that mams
I am sick of discussing his lies
for every time a part of me dies
I am tired of people appearing
late at night they should be clearing
at times I wish I was saved by the bell
from his comments I have to hear from my cell
I no longer want to speak to outsiders
and only make friends with spiders
I count the red spots on the floor
and the steps outside the door
will someone please send me a pie so I can sit
with hopes and dreams there's a file and rope
in it