You came home one day
With obvious anger in your face
I was worried, I asked if you were fine
But then suddenly, you crossed the line
I didn't know what happened
But what erupted was an argument
You didn't hide the anger you've been keeping
I knew you were angry and every night I was dying
You were shouting, you were yelling
My tears were rapidly flowing
You walked out the door
And I collapsed to the floor
I'm crying, I'm shivering
Inside, I am dying
And now I'm screaming loud
Because you aren't proud
You guys probably think that it's also incomplete. I think it is, too. For those people who've been battered and bruised, physically or emotionally, don't ever worry; just continue your story because I believe in every story, there's always a part where the main character falls but he/she will rise to the top :)
