Yelling,
Screaming,
fighting.
I've heard it all before.
It's anything and everything they can think of.
You didn't clean today.
No, not you, I get the pay.
You need to relax.
Don't yell at me.
I do this? I. DO. THIS?!?!
YOU. DO. THAT!!!!!
Shut up,
And with that,
I'm gone.
There are the sounds of a broken home,
No smiles, no happiness,
No peace, nor calm.
It's just the sounds of horror and wrong.
Wrong doings to the world,
Wrong doings to the kids,
It hurts life,
Makes our lids,
*pop*
This is the part,
Where the one with the chance,
Loses the dance,
And ends up with death.
Not dead, no
Just so close they'll
cry,
cut,
kill themselves from the inside out,
Just to escape the horrible destruction of their
home,
heart,
and haven.
And there's nothing they can do.......
