A silent cry for help

Whisky and bruises.
Blood soaked towels.
Shattered glass.
Yell a little louder...the neighbors cant hear tonight.

Holes in the wall.
Broken frames with smiling faces.
Shattered promise to be better.
Yell a little louder...The angels arent here...

Pill bottles lie beside the bed.
A knife lyes under her pillow.
And anger lives in her heart.
Yea, yell a little louder...the neighbors no longer care.

Reviews

[The Black Warrior]

This is sad yet so powerful somehow. great imagery. Well written. I enjoy it!

~Suk