When we struggle we argue
When we argue we yell
Then everything goes off the handle
And it feels like a living Hell
I try to step away
From all the things that are bad
Trying to get things back to normal
Trying to make us glad
The more I try the more I fail
Then everything turns black
I wish we can stop the fighting
And that I can have my baby back
When everything settles
And the rage has subsided
We are in each other's arms
We are no longer divided
We all get frustrated
We all know the mistakes we made
This is when all the images of pain
Slowly start to fade
Mike Gould
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/images-of-pain-slowly-start-to-fade/
