Another attempt at a poem.

Warning, this is rather emo, so read at your own discretion.

I woke up out of my sleeping,
And heard my parents fighting,
I could feel the tension rising,
And I fought back waves of crying.

I looked around for a shoulder to cry on,
And found that my dearest shoulder was gone,
Or even that he might never have been there all along,
And I stopped, surrounded by darkness and a song.

The song of my heart was sad,
The song of my mind was bad,
The song of my face was crap,
The song of my heart was sad.

I can't do this anymore,
I can't take this, on the floor.
I grit my teeth and growl
And act like everything is flowery.

I know I'm not alone,
Yet I feel it so,
Since my heart remains so cold,
And my body, like something foreign.
Does things that seem so alien.

I can't take this anymore...

Ahh...That sucked didn't it?

Oh well. I think I did well considering the mood I'm in.