My heart has been ripped and it is still beating.

When I'm out of control, I find myself changing.

So I curse and yell and continue to keep going.

I don't want to fight, but I want to tell you something.

Then I cry and cry until there is nothing.

Do you know what it's like to have this feeling?

I will be better
Promise
Won't yell when I get mad
Will try hard when I'm feeling blue
To make heart unsad

For the rest of my life I will stand
I am much stronger now I swear
Will do whatever it takes
As long as it makes you care

insatiable child
you are akin to a black hole
only seen when consuming

you’ve thrown yourself
to the wilds just to prove
you can beat back the wolves again

you’d open the door
to a plane in flight
just to feel the wind
on your burning flesh

you’ve gone so far
that you have to yell
to be known

Shattered glass, endless scream,
taunting curses and horrifying dreams.
The little girl stares, her dead and clouded eyes
directed to the two arguing figures, spitting truth and lies.

She hugged her stuffed toy, as tight as she could
as she glance at the table served with cold food.
Where did it go?...she wondered,
the loving parents that held both of her hands.

Daddy, the most respectful man she knew,
was now hitting her mother, punching and kicking was now nothing new.
Mommy, the most warm and caring person she have known,
was now spouting bad words at her, with her cold eyes she've shown.

Was it worth it? To argue and yell in front of your child?
To let them see this kind of nightmare that will hunt them for life.
Fighting won't resolve anything, and spitting random curses of words will just destroy 'everything'.

Now tell me, was it worth it?