• I pull myself up,
    only to be pushed down again,
    in my sanctuary of a room,
    I feel her pain in my head.

    they fight outside the door,
    tears slide down my cheek,
    my heart shattered into pieces,
    don't look outside the door,
    ...don't know,
    ...don't dare to peek.

    the yelling never ceases
    memories stored in silver cabnits
    no emotion in our eyes,
    no more real bad habits.

    everywhere is black,
    except for where I lay,
    I wait out this long matter,
    day 'til the end of days.

    I look out the window,
    blurred cloudy storms of grey,
    the sun will get it's way soon,
    but I won't be okay.

    they try to desert me,
    with eyes astray they try ,
    but underneath the mask,
    there is no soul inside.

    my face is grim and cold,
    tears dried with hated sleeves,
    fake friends dissappear,
    my face still shown of grief.

    I call out for help,
    only to be hurt once again,
    eyes stare deep into my soul,
    where love had once been.

    so in my sanctuary I wait,
    to be called upon for help,
    to save my needy siblings,
    to stop their screams, and yelps.