Being a weak person,
I like keeping kitchen knives.
.
In my bag,
Waist,
Pocket,
Under the pillow
or simply just in my bedside,
I simply just won't feel safe and comfortable whenever I can't grab one around.
.
For I always feel there's an enemy.
An enemy I can't see.
Waiting around just for the right time to strike.
.
But then, the others found out.
I tried to defend but beng weak as I am,
I can do nothing as they took.
.
'You have no enemy.
You are all alone.
Nobody bothers you.'
They said.
.
So,,,,, as here I am indeed alone in my room.
Dangling in the ceiling as I had myself hanged,
How am I suppose to cut the rope now?