Child

I hear the screaming.

I hear the fighting.

I cannot escape them.

I run.

I hide.

It will not end.

When will it end?

I need it to end.

People worry about me.

The try to help me.

I push people away.

Not say a thing.

But inside

I'm screaming for help.

Screaming as loud as I can.

I need help.

I can't deal with this by myself.

They need help.

They can't stop by themsevles.

[just so everyone knows, this is not true. I just like writing poems like this =) ]