hiding behind my door
listening to the voices
screaming outside
familiar but they seem
so distant.
I'm stuck in the middle
this happens every night
when it's over we sit in silence
as night turns to day
they start again.
where am I meant to go
when this place I call home
feels like the opposite
I don't belong

hard for me to comprehend
that it's reality.
this mess that we're living in
some days I think it's over
and it starts again
...