That night....

She blames me for being selfish;
She blames me for what she has done;
She knows what I hate the most;
but she doesn't know why the scars are here, right here.

I hate the noise that he is making;
I hate the quarrelling and slamming;
I hate the yelling and shouting and;
I wish I was sleeping, deeply.

I know I was avoiding the reality;
I know I was pretending asleep;
and I know the cutting is coming back, to me.

I am not being selfish,
I am just being a coward;
A coward who wish to stay away from the reality;
A coward who wish to stop the quarreling but, couldn’t.