im about seventeen, i live between
a younger sister and older brother.
living with my dad and my mother.
our fights, they come one after another.

i can shut my door.
i can try to snore.
but theres no ability to ignore
the screaming from the first floor.
the voices seem to travel through the air.
go right up the stairs.
down the halls.
through all the walls.
find me in my bed.
go right through my head.

i can emancipate into a dream,
where alls how it should seem.
but with all the yelling, i must beware
for my dream could soon become a nightmare.

so i get out of my bed.
try to help level everyones head.
but so stubborn with thoughts,
so focused on being mad.
no not one thing could i say
to make it go from atleast worse to bad.
yelling away their anger.
not even thinking before they speak.
voices coming out in a horrible sounding shriek.
why should i even bother to help or even try.
afterwards someone always erupts a cry.

whats not fixed right will come up twice as bad.
if you don’t do it at first, youll be wishin you had.

i needa escape,
get me out of here