I wait in silence, upon the floor listening to whispers, from beyond the door.
They argue again, my mother and father the words that they say, bring fresh tears to fall harder.
I wish them to stop, to just go away to never come back, and just turn away.
My mother starts sreaming, and pounding her fists, upon my dear father, who is stotic to this.
My father, my father, my friend and my rock has been sleeping with a slut, from just down the block.
I cant take it anymore, the screams and the pain ill run far away, and turn my back to this shame.
It has been 15 years, and im happy to say that running away, saved my life on that day.
For if i didnt run, i would have died from a bullet, straight to the eye.
After my mother, had found out the truth she shot up my father, and ran away too.
Now i am happy, with the love of my life with four little children, who are sweet and quite nice.
But ill never forget my fathers dear face, his sweet and kind words, and his loving embrace.
~Xed out in BlOoD~ · Sat Mar 31, 2007 @ 04:35am · 1 Comments |