They argue
Louder than my thoughts.
They argue and act we can't hear them and that's all we can here.
They argue there voices fill the house. They argue about material things like rooms and clothes,cars.
They argue about how they treat other people and each other.
They agrue about me I'm not getting better.
They argue about money
They argue.
It's like a war.
Will it ever end.
I wish somebody could hold me
Or give me a hug not even my boyfriend gives me a hug.
Do I deserve this.
I hate this.
I cover my ears.
I turn up my music louder to drown their shouts.
But their words sink into my thoughts deeper than any knife.
It's midnight and they still argue.
They argue
And argue.
And argue.
© peace