He sulks through the door,
heads to his haven,
and tosses his coat on the floor.
He hears the arguments,
and feels the walls shake,
every day he wishes,
that he could escape.
God is no help considering,
he prays to him,
each day, each night,
it’s all he can do,
and it wont stop the fights.
Now he believes no more,
his heart’s getting sore,
he keeps it inside,
and he hurts even more.
He puts on his blaring headphones,
goes to his perfect world.
Ignoring the rain cloud,
hovering above, he sits,
quietly in the dark,
with his one true love.