Miserbul
by A miserbul young girl
parents down stairs fighting
hear my heartbeat in my head
wondering am i dreaming
or am i really dead
hear the sighs and cries
of them saying their
thinking of all the good times
and the bad
trying to such up all the tears
but still feeling sad
and then to brake up all the silence
i hear the slam of the car door
and the engine roar
as i run downstairs and slide acroos the floor
trying to stop um` but still to late