hush little baby don't say a word...

I can't fall asleep. My mother and sister are fighting again. They fight almost every night now. Their screams have become my new lullaby. They yell. Feet stomp. Door slams. They yell louder. -Sometimes I wish I was never born- -Well sometimes I wish the same thing- -You don't love me- -You don't care- Another door slams. I try to muffle the sounds from under my pillow but it never works. They drone on, complaining about something else insignificant. My mother will come in, checking to see I am sleeping. What I really do is close my eyes shut , praying the tears squeeze through. Eventually they will stop but I can still hear the hushed sobs and stifled breaths of the aftermath. I think they hurt me more than they hurt each other. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, just listening, breathing, wishing. One day I will leave. Move to a place far away where there is no sound at night but the quiet hum of darkness. Silence can drive people crazy but this house is worse than any insane asylum.