Her deadly battle

i hate it when my parents fight.

she hates when they fight.
the yelling,
the bickering,
the blameing-its gotton worse tonight.

daddy doesnt bother going upstairs anymore;mamma sleeps alone in her room.
the tension,
the glares,
they are silently killing their daughter; building her soul's tomb.

days, weeks, and months pass.
the lovers,
the silence,
it's colder at home than on freezing glass.

the paperworks done; everythings finished.
her family,
her life,
her whole world has offically diminished.

letting everything sink in; she sits on the floor.
the tears,
the pain,
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.