The voices blare,
Sounds of my mother,
My eardrums almost tear,
My sister just sits,
A tear rolls down her face,
Wishing my mother would just quit,
She wishes that the strained voices,
Would just disappear,
But, she didn't have a choice,
As I watch I start to cry,
Afraid of what lies ahead,
But, I just leave myself to wonder why,
I wonder why my mother does this,
Knowing what could happen,
Then it gets quiet&you only hear the furnice,
My mother is done,
My sister walks to her room,
&My mother feels she has won,
I don't know what she's accomplishing,
But I know what it's doing,
My sisterstarts to sing,
I cry to myself,
Knowing she could add one to the row,
Knowing she could harm herself,
I think that one day,
She'll just break,
Maybe only halfway,
One day, it'll all come to her mind,
The words, the memories, the people,
Especially my dad,
The man who told us tp leave his life,
Making us feel bad,
That's hwere it started,
The cutting with the knife,
They all thought she restarted,
But, i knew she was still broken,
That one day it'd happen,
Becaus of all the words unspoken,
The thing that really scares me,
Is that she'll just leave,
Leave me,
Alone,
In this world,
It would hit me like a cyclone,
She'd leave me with the last worsd I said,
& the memories,
Then a tear would shed,
I woudn't be so scared
Is the scars weren't there,
Life isn't fair,
It's was all my dads fault,
It is,
I'm very afraid,
that she'll pick up the
blade.
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pinkfrosting321 · 1 decade ago
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This is amazing...