I thanked God today,
For not making me live through
The terror of a fighting family.
I guess I spoke to soon,
For tonight they are drunk again.
Here comes the fighting.
Screaming, cussing, fist swinging,
I can't take it any more.
Maybe if I start screaming,
And cussing, and crying they'll get the point.
Nope, it’s not working.
Why does that crack whore
Always seem to mess everything up?
For the past 3 years,
It’s been like this.
Her always getting in the way
Of my Family's happiness.
Why can't they see,
How much this is tearing me up inside?
How at night,
When I'm all alone,
I cry, just wanting the happiness back?
Mom is holding him back,
Keeping him off of her.
Doors are slamming, more yelling.
There goes the beer bottles’ breaking.
I walk out the door,
I’ve had my say.
She comes out,
I walk the other way.
She’s gone now.
I sit on the back porch,
Crying, hoping she’ll never come back.
I guess I spoke too soon.


Author's Note:
Her= My aunt.
Him= My step-dad -- My aunt's brother

 
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