Missing

Something is missing
And I know what it is
But I just keep pretend that I don't know what it is
'Cause I feel uneasy to admit that

Things were tasted so hard
It was hard when I knew, dad had already gone to work
It was even harder when I heard mom cried
My sister, she still slept in her room
But I could hear too
She was breathing tears

Something was happened
And I guessed I knew what it was
But I just kept pretend that I didn't know what it was

This tuesday morning
There was no conversation at all
Not in every place in this house
Life was silent as it always been
And I never figured out why

Well...
this is my life