I sit in my room hearing the sounds. The sound is resounding, silence unfound.

I sit on my bed tears in my eyes, wondering what happened, who's fighting over lies.

I sneak out the door and peer down the hall, crouching so low, my back against the wall.

They're standing in the room screaming to no end, having no care for their child who has no way to defend.

I mean what's a five year old supposed to do? when her parents are at war? Fear swallowing me whole,  shaking me to the core.

Sometimes I'd make it to the phone and call and try to help. But aside from each other, their greatest enemy was their self.

It's not my fault really, I just got the bad luck of the draw. I mean who knew I'd have been born to people who should've never been parents at all?

I'm older now but still don't understand why, even two mutually ****** up people would happily stand by,

And watch as their baby girl grew up in a house full of hate, where she couldn't be saved, in a house full of horrors where no one should have stayed.