Shaking,
thoughts racing
teeth clenched
voices raising.
(anger)
Screaming louder
insults splatter
hurt rings louder,
as tears dabble.
(down my cheek)
Voices lower
footsteps glower (worse than an angry face)
stomach drops
thoughts smolder.
I was right
you were wrong
this is the end
I'm gone.
Fight ends
regrets are sown
back to life
just like before.
(But is it gone?)
