I come home every night
and in my eyes
you can see fear and fright
my parents argue and raise their fists
it's times like this I want to
slit my wrists
they don't care what I see or hear
they don't even care if I am near
I want to leave here so bad
but if I do I know I'll be sad
I love them both to death
but all of this fighting
seems to take my breath
I ask God what I should do
but it seems as if he's even through
I go to my room and shut the door
and when they found me
I was dead lying on the floor.
Poem Asking Dad And Mom To Stop Fighting
This poem is so deep. We don't realize how much a child has to listen to and the weight it puts on them. It is sad that this has happened in so many families when two adults suffer from a...
Through For Good
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2006 with permission of the Author.
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