I'm breathless
My palms are sweaty
My feet are cold

I don't wana be drag into this ugly situation
in my brother's room,
doors shut, biting my nails...
the sense of curiosity of what's happening
granny, cousin, brother, mother between the four walls

my brother's spilling the beans to my mum
how he feels...how he's suffering
what more?
its too late...

i'm here..so silent
& outside...so chaotic
so ugly..unsightly...
i don't know & i don't wana know

help..please..stop everything..
just praying that it'll end