Hiding from life.... in the bathroom

Here I sit bored to death. If I leave this room I must return to the grind stone that has transformed me into someone that works until i pass out from exhaustion leaving no time for the fun and games of my youth. Why do I do this to myself? Because I know no other way. I have always accepted responsibility open handedly, until my arms are so full i can no longer continue on.

I must learn to say no. Not only to others but also to myself.

Never Knock on a Stranger's Door

I was waiting on the stoop of someone’s home. I only stopped to avoid the rain. They never would have known that I was there. Why did I knock on that door?

I was headed home from the grocery store. I didn’t have the money to waste gas going to the store. The light from inside the house came on. Why did I knock on that door?

I remembered my husband would get off work soon. I thought that he could come pick me up. The house was well kept, with tender and care. Why did I knock on that door?

I did not know what had happened here. I had never heard the stories people told behind closed doors. There was someone inside, maybe watching TV. Why did I knock on that door?

I knocked on the door. I was greeted by a man. He seemed like a nice enough man. Why did I knock on that door?

I was offered inside. I gladly obliged. He offered me a seat. Why did I knock on that door?

I turned around towards the living room. I saw fresh blood on the floor. His eyes met mine with a crazy glare when I looked back at him. Why did I knock on that door?

I turned to leave. I was stopped by his hands. He turned me to look at his dead wife on the floor. Why did I knock on that door?

I tried to scream but no sound came out. I felt a hot pain along my throat. He threw me to the floor towards his wife. Why did I knock on that door?