Bedroom Window

I see you though my bedroom window.
With that same look on your face.
You try to hind the pain inside.
Yet, it seeps though in your eyes
Its okay to let your emotions display.

I see you though my bedroom window.
Holding your head as you begin to whimper.
As soon as someone comes your way,
The asshole style begins to play.
As I bow my head to pray.

I see you though my bedroom window.
Your soul so dark and gray.
The pain you feel,
changes what is real.
Don't have it take a life away.

I see the flashing lights though my bedroom window.
The sirens, the crying, the yelling following.
A white sheet all I see.
With your mother crying on her knees.
" Take my life, oh Lord" she screams.

The sirens subside.