sometimes

i wanna scream "shut up!"

when she slams doors

murmurs under her breath

paces the wood flooring

part of me always hopes

that this time will be

the wake up call she needs

but screaming won't set her right

it won't knock the torture out

it won't make her brave

it won't hide the alcohol

that's why i can never quite

bring myself to do it

because if i can't make things

better

i'll only make them worse