the trees have come to a hault from swaying in the wind.
it\'s 11:00 pm.
it sounds like thunder outside my door-
i am tired and frightened.
father tells mother, \"i don\'t love you anymore\",
\"get out of my house, you\'re such a whore\"
the words surprise me, do they know i\'m awake?
they\'re yelling so loud, i\'m beginning to shake.
what does one do to deserve this abuse?
he\'s sounding so evil, i don\'t even recognize him-
what did she do??????
she\'s trying to sleep- has work in the morning.
it\'s 12:00 am, she\'s pleading for mercy but he does not care;
he remains cursing.
i awake again, it\'s 2 am.
there\'s glass shattering and pictures being thrown, that is when i realize this was never our \"home\"
it\'s finally quiet, i\'m falling asleep-
i can wait til morning, i don\'t wanna see.