I wake up to the screaming
My alarm clock beaming
Hearing the voices makes me shiver
If I stayed in bed, It might have been better
Walk to my bedroom door
How long will this go on for?
I reach for the handle
Not feeling very stable
I'm shaking, my heart pounding
I hear things breaking
"Turn the handle" I say to myself
The bangs so intense, books fall from my closet shelf
I open the door and walk out of my room
My feet sweep the floor, slowly, like a broom
I make my way to the kitchen
Seeing my mother's eyes glisten
She starts to cry, face turning red
So many tears she'd shed
Why must we live like this?
Happiness doesn't exist, no bliss
Giving her a hug, I whisper, "It's okay"
It's just another day
Another day in my so-called life
My father doesn't know how to treat his wife
Everyday it's something new
Blue, circling around and through
Wanting this to end, and go away
I can't take it, not another day

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