hearing screaming from the other side of the house;

distracting yourself, until you can't ignore it any longer;

seeing others' hearts break;

Saying things you regret;

they say things they regret;

you can taste the tears

that haven't fallen yet.

you desperately want it to stop;

you need to stop it;

you can't handle everyone

falling apart,

shattering,

all around you.

you try viewing it as if you are in outsider, looking in,

but that just makes it worse;

now, you're bias isn't here to blind you,

to make you see things through

your own selfish perspective.

and the next morning,

when you wake up,

you will have forgotten most everything

that happened;

your mind grinds it up in the garbage disposal:

it's better half-forgotten than remembered at all.