Behind closed doors.

Im tired, I feel kind of ill,
Maybe its all those pills Ive just taken,
I hear mum and dad still shouting,
My hearts pounding, or am I mistaken?

Ive woken, and now im confused,
Mum and dad are bye my bed,
I forgot what I had done,
My chest is hurting, and now my head.

I took an overdose again, I know,
God I just feel so damn stupid,
Mum and dad are acting all angry,
Telling me how Ive put them both, through it.

They just dont understand why,
Or how there ruining my life,
Im sick of it all,
Will someone pass me a knife?

No one knows that are family,
Is just one big lie,
They dont see me alone,
At night when I do cry.

I can guarantee next week,
This will all happen again,
Social workers asking me questions,
Why do u put your parents thru this, is it all a game?

They dont know, what its like,
When mum and dad are fighting each other,
And im upstairs screaming help,
Hiding under my duvet cover.

Or when there both high on drugs,
And make me do all the chores,
The laundry, and the shopping,
This is all behind closed doors.