poetry

Fights

I can never look at my house the same,

after those gory nights,

as their fists flew,

I knew their thoughts did too.

As I stood in the corner,

with round,

terrified eyes.

I knew this would lead to my demise.

There was no escape,

from those fleeing tears,

as I heard the yells,

and crashing,

of things falling around,

 the only escape was the bathroom...

But even there the yells and cries, 

never left my mind.

I could do nothing,

except curl up,

and cry.

All I want is for someone to hold me while I cry,

and help me be fine,

but now I'm scared to let people see me cry,

because now people are so hateful, 

and mock you as you cry.

Now I wanna say goodbye,

to my beautiful clean flesh,

the fights and the comments,

make you look at yourself for flaws,

and brings you down,

but fights between family is a different experience.

You constantly worry if someones gonna die,

or go to the hospital.

You wonder if Dads gonna tear mom apart,

or if you're gonna have to worry about the divorce,

If their gonna divorce,

and force you to choose,

when you love them both.

I hear their arguing through the door, 

but put on my headphones,

and act like it isn't real,

but inside I'm trying to decide who to choose,

when i'm forced to leave.

"Mom doesn't have a job nor money, 

but I love her,

but I love Dad aswell..."

So what am I supposed to do?

Well whatever,

I guess I'll just be a wreak forever....