How can I pretend that I don’t listen to the voices down stairs?
How can I pretend that my mother and father aren’t fighting again?
How can I ignore my soul weeping in pain?
How can I tell myself I was screaming in vain?
I could feel the words crawling into my mind,
As if they were monsters came alive.
They wanted me dead, they wanted my soul;
And now I’m facing them all alone.
It was a nightmare I condemned to live in.
It was sorrow drowning me in.
It was a torment burdens my soul.
I was tired, tired from it all.
Oh God! I’m falling.
From my dreams and hopes into the dark.
How can I stop the screams?
How can I tell them what they need?
How can I pull myself from this ebony morbid sea?
How can I kill my pain?
How can I not scream in vain?
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