It's Just White Noise

Slamming doors, 

Voices so loud 

You can practically feel

Their throat giving up

Broken vase, broken chairs

I wonder when it all stops

But it never does

Even when its long gone 

Though I'm far away

I wake up in the night

Trembling from the sight 

My nightmares, my premonition

Intuition or depression?

I can barely recognize my own self

Yet here I am, 3:54 A.M. 

Wide awake, jotting down

All the memories of how

My world came crumbling down

That October night

What a pity, couldn't it wait a day

It was my fucking birthday

So I still blame myself

Five years past and I wish 

I could make myself believe 

It's just white noise

Not your reality now.