Behind the Closed Door

Behind the closed door
Mom weeps on the floor
I've heard this before
I pray there won't be more

Noises in the night
Those that give me fright
I listen as they fight
I close my eyes tight

It's after twelve in the evening
I'm lying on my bed, listening
The night is cold while Mom's crying
I can hear dad yelling and shouting

All lights are off, darkness creeps
I hug myself while Mother weeps
I can picture her trembling lips
I can imagine the blood on her fingertips

I know Dad's routine very well
He'll first be drinking like hell
He'll be coming out of his shell
He'll be intoxicated as he yells

I know where he keeps his gun
I know where to hide when his sanity is gone
I know the pain that he sees as fun
I know the madness when it began

I fear the loud sound from the room
The moaning, groaning and signs of doom
I fear the gun that says "boom"
Where it was pointed, I know to whom

I want to open the door for mother
I want to get us away from father
I have to stop mom's abuser
But I'm just a helpless teenager

How can I sleep when mom cries?
How can I dream when she slowly dies?
How can I hug father and believe his lies?
How can I ignore our family's demise?

Behind the closed door
Mom weeps on the floor
I've heard this before
I pray there won't be more..