i hate it when my parents fight.
|she hates when they fight.
the blameing-its gotton worse tonight.
daddy doesnt bother going upstairs anymore;mamma sleeps alone in her room.
they are silently killing their daughter; building her soul's tomb.
days, weeks, and months pass.
it's colder at home than on freezing glass.
the paperworks done; everythings finished.
her whole world has offically diminished.
letting everything sink in; she sits on the floor.
she weeps silently as she watches the blood pour.
she closes her eyes; without any fear.
she listenes closely,
and walks closer toward it,
she cant help nor refuse it; as death draws her near.