Scratched Vinyl

I can't remember the days when fighting and screaming was taboo. I can't remember the days when we used to be a family. I can't remember what it's like to be happy. The house is so quiet now. If we're lucky, we'll have a fight and the silence will break. This place used to be my sanctuary, a place I can call my own. Now it has been robbed from us like everything else. Was is so wrong to be able to be happy? Just because she had nothing, doesn't mean she had to reduce us to her level. This isn't right. Deliver me from this pain, wash away my sins, bring us back to time before all this. Oh there goes my asinine beliefs again. How can I be so foolish to believe we can reverse these dismal effects? How can you be so foolish to believe our problems are resolvable.