The window is stuck and I cant close it.

It’s letting in all sorts of things.

Bats swoop in, bee’s fly in, spiders crawl in.

It’s maddening but I cant do a thing about it, infuriatingly maddening.

My hands are tied and so I scream, but in my pillow.

It’s not my fault it’s stuck, _they_ broke it.

And they wont fix it.

Sometimes I’m glad they broke it.

I mean I hate the creatures but its good to have some one to blame everything on, to hate, to point my finger at. It calms my mind as my heart rate spikes

I hate the damn window but I also love it.