The threats he sent
Still give me nightmare
I relive every Scenario
As if it had actually happened
When I leave my house I worry he is there to fallow me
On my walk
So I say in a public area
I worry that when I get home
That my family will be dead and he will be there waiting for me
Ready to make good on all his threats towards
my body
And when I'm home alone I won't answer the door out of fear that he'll be standing there
Because of him I live my life
On the edge of panic
A consistent stream of worry flows threw
My vanes
And I hate it
I hate him
