Why was I born in this mixed up life
with hatred, fighting, and fear
for as long as I can remember
mom's shed so many tears
scared to sleep a wink at night
shaking and forlorn
wind howling behind the window pane
through curtains worn and torn
fateful steps entering loudly
panic in her voice
looking at my fearful face
knowing she has no choice
drunken brawls prospects dull
voices at full flight
toiling to sleep holding my ears
inevitably they fight.
blackened eyes bloody mouth
her face so full of pain
wind a gusting through the house
floor flooded with drenching rain.
sorry's come once again
with the dawning of the day
too young to shout , or cry for help
too nervous to ever say.
mom is crying her face a mess
determined and brave once more
pulling the glass from the broken window
wiping blood from the kitchen floor.
I feel so helpless scared to breathe
hating when nightfall will come
imagining happiness laughter and cheer
whilst wishing I owned a real gun!
I am sure we all have either friends or family who are going through this just now or have had experiences of this in the past, time to STOP, abuse ZERO TOLERANCE
do YOU know of anyone who has went through this or perhaps YOU have went through this, help someone else by telling us how YOU got away from this