I hear a crack at the door , the sent of a figure enters me , knowing theres no way out , i hide and close my eyes and hope that the rain will start again on the stoop upstairs taking his attention there so i can find someway to hide ,someway to find a way out of this world of this creed,this pain he's made , hes gone now and not coming back but still this pain ,this feeling that I'm not good enough or that i dont deserve more than that night that day many years ago ,this feeling that he'll come back still lingers here in my soul in the crives that my heart hides in like stone so it cant found and crushed by another unwavering , soul who thinks i'm just another face that they can take what they want without consquense and that nobody'll care. dare them to prove me wrong for i say they dont deserve anything less the likes of me. dare them to come forth and take me on.