Arguments

Yelling, screaming, arguing.

Day in and day out

The cursing and crying,

I just let out.

 

All bottled up inside,

I can't take anymore!

Just quit this bull****

and get a divorce!

 

No wait,

I take that back,

I love you both.

I just don't want to deal with stress like this

At school and at home.

 

I want to run away;

but where will I go?

So I pull out my pen,

and grab my notebook and let my hand,

my thoughts, my mind, do the running.

 

It's a stress reliever.

The pain I feel,

I let the ink of my pen 

bleed it on to my paper.

 

No screaming at you,

I do that in my head

 

All this f***ing arguing,

Just constantly filling my head,

I want to go off,

to just unleash my wrath...

 

but I'd rather not gag

as my tongue recieves a soap bath.

 

Even in my room and in the hall, 

I can hear the muffled screams

and feel the hatred and anger through the walls.

 

What a terrible environment 

for a kid to live in.

Is that what I'm to expect 

when my husband and I settle in?

 

If I were to do this,

with my significant other,

I'd make sure that my kids weren't home,

I wouldn't want them anywhere near this.

 

The anxiety they would feel, 

to hear their parents' scream,

at each other.

 

If the love is gone,

Than let it die.

DOn't force me to go to my room

to seek sanctuary to cry.

 

Out of all my friends,

except for two,

My parents; 

I still have a set of one.

 

But at the rate this is going,

I don't know what to do...

Do I help them mend what is broken,

or do I have to get used to being with one?

 

I'm left in a situation,

where I'm wracked and torn.

My body still able,

my mind emotionally worn.

 

What's left to do?

What's left to say?

I guess I'll go to bed,

and just hope that tomorrow,

brings a new day...

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