... My parents yelling in the other room,
Bury my face and make myself believe it'll all be over soon.
I can't fall asleep when I don't hear a sound, the quiet lets me know there's no one around.
... My parents yelling in the other room,
Bury my face and make myself believe it'll all be over soon.
The silence screams what I could never face, Ugly truths and tolerable lies are really the same.
... My parents yelling in the other room,
Bury my face and make myself believe it'll all be over soon.
I need to be under the same roof with my decomposing family,
Quickly put at ease with rotting lullabies while Im falling asleep.
YOU ARE READING
Talking to Twelve
PoetryWhat's left of a child's written collection of thoughts and reflections.
