Slamming doors
Anger, pain
Why why why
She sits on the bed
Tears roll down the cheeks
She's heard it late at night
Angry yells
The father sits
Drunk and angry
The mother sits
Scared and alone
The girl stands
Alone and empty
On her favorite chair
The slits on her wrist
The noose hangs
Silent and always ready
Around the neck it goes
She breathes
Creak, creak, creak,
Silence.
