The laughs, the tears, the fights and so many fears,
Been so sacred about going to sleep,
You would stay awake all night, waiting for the message the next morning,
The fights at night, were the worst because took so long to sort them,
You never new what you would be told that morning,
Remember hearing things and not knowing what to do,
Was it easier to stay or run and make there pain go away,
But when you realise for the other person, things only get worse,
It don’t seem so great anymore..x
