The fights

See..

I don't want to see anything

I close my eye tight

I don't want to see him swing

I don't want be apart of this fight.

Hear...

I hear so much screaming

I try and block it out but I still listen

I pray to god I'm dreaming

I've turned this closet into a prison.

Feel..

I feel scared, sad, angry and more

I can only run and hide

I've made peace behind this door

I can't say I haven't tried.

Silence..

Finally all is quiet

Another day comes to an end

I have to open the door and try it

This isn't all just pretend.

....

It's different then before..

Blood litters the floors..

Broken glass lays everywhere..

It was another fight with his wife...

This time it was about his "whore"..

This is what he's been asking for..

My parents are truly a horrible pair..

But it's all just another day in my life...