Closing my ears to the screams of abuse & drunken rage afflicted on my mother randomly.
Shutting eyes to the fists thrown & the flashing lights of the familiar officers here to "fix" the problem.
Not opening my mouth because I'm too shocked that a coward can do this to a woman.. but ironically aren't I the coward for not speaking up?
When I wake up from something that seems unreal, unrelatable & plain sad its like nothing happened.
Everyone acting phony & talking while I stand there confused.
Am I the only one that remembers what happened last night or am I delusional?
Its like why the fu~*k am I going through this, I used to be happy once.
