They keep fighting

They are screaming,
And yelling.
They are banging things down,
And swearing.

They don't care that
I've got a friend over.
They don't care that
Its breaking my heart.

My brother is looking after the baby,
The younger one is asleep.
I'm standing in the hall way listening,
To every word they scream.

I sit in the spare room crying,
While my friend holds me tight.
I don't understand why they do this,
I don't know why they have to fight.

It started on the money,
Now they are arguing about us kids.
He thinks he knows everything,
I just wish he would disappear again this week.

He gets changed and says he's leaving,
He's going tonight instead of the morning.
I start crying again because I think he will,
Thank god we never heard the car door moaning.

He goes outside to cool off,
I go make sure mums okay.
She says she's got nothing left inside her,
I don't know what to say.

I just wish he would come home happy,
And not get angry at everything we do.
I just wish he would accept us,
And listen to us too.

I'm sick of them fighting,
And I'm sick of pretending to forget.
I'm sick of them hurting us,
Do they ever feel regret?

I wish they knew what they were doing to us,
I wish they knew what we feel.
I wish they knew about our broke hearts,
And i wish that none of it was real.

**my parents had a big fight... the biggest yet. i had a friend over and was really glad i did. every time they fight i have to be the strong one for the boys (my younger brothers). i never cry in front of them. i was doing ok until my friend stepped into the hallway with me. i looked at her and broke down. i was shaking and crying. i was glad that i had sum1 there to hold me for once. I'm really scared they r getting close to splitting up**