Another day..

Another day has begun...it's another day for him and another day for myself
I do not know whether i should celebrate or mourn ,
I try very hard not to let him affect me,
I leave the house early in the morning and come back in the evening,
Still, i see him,i hear his voice,I feel angry and disturbed,
But at the same time, i feel helpless
As i lie my head on the pillow,
All my emotions keep pouring out without invitation,
Tears become my comfort,
Tears become my strength,
Tears become my sleeping pills.

Sad Fanky