Shut Behind The Closet Door

I sit here and think to myself, why do people feel lonely. It came to my mind that not too long ago, I felt the same way. My reasoning for feeling this way might be the same as others. I will never know. I do notice that when I look at the news, something bad happens everyday, someone gets shot everyday, while a baby is being birthed into this world, another one is facing death. I look and see how people are hurt everyday and I think of myself. I have never been in harmful situations, such as the people i watch on the news. Being raised in my little city of Decatur, much of this violence is not acted. But whose to say that one day a person will try to kill me. my family, a friend, or just a neighbor down the street. I worry about that. I expect to wake up every morning and fall asleep every night. Never thinking of reality. Reality. Reality is real. Death is real, violence is real, pain is real. We don't live a fairytale life and that frightens me. Sometimes, I'm afraid to walk down the street of a neighborhood, or I'm scared to go in the store in a plaza. Sometimes, I just want to lay in bed all day, never facing that the next person sparing their life will be.