Screams and yells come from the hall,
Bangs and crashes sound when glasses fall.
Mom and Dad battle it out,
Their marriage is the centre of doubt.
Debt and unemployment is what they face.
It makes me want to run away from this place.
How do they expect me to be happy when this is what I see?
A 'family' full of misery.
It feels as if I'm trapped inside a jail cell,
Living in this household of hell.
It's 2 a.m and they've finally stopped their fight.
I guess hell has burned out for the night.
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Poems, depression, suicide and me.
Poetryall of these poems are mine so please don't steal them (: some of these, scratch that, most of these are going to be triggers.
