• I see and hear, it echoes off the walls
    Screams and shouts throughout the room
    Close my eyes and cover my ears
    It's getting too violent and far too soon.

    I pray they haven't hurt echother
    I remove my hands and open my eyes
    My parents are at it again
    And now it leads to my dimise.

    I sneak into the nearest room
    It's tiles checkered black and white
    I make my way to a silver drawer
    I open it, inside a knife.

    I walk in front of the shouting people
    They stop as I hold the blade in the air
    "Is this what you want!" I swipe myself
    I scream in anguish and dispair.

    My mother leans over my stricken body
    "Darling, I'm sorry. Will you ever forgive me?"
    I nod yes slowly, my life being drained
    I'm almost gone. Can't you see?

    Mum, I love you and don't fight anymore
    Daddy, the same, I love you.
    You guys just don't understand
    Your fight hurt me too. . .

    That's why I'm almost dead
    I've taken the hurt out of the fights
    I have laid it on my list
    I've had horrid days and sleepless nights.

    Now I'm paying for your mistakes
    It hurts me more than you think
    I remember what the doctor had said
    He had advised me to see a shrink.

    But, now I'm almost gone
    Tell everyone I didn't mean to
    You hurt me to the top point
    I couldn't take your fueds.