Broken HomeA Poem by Bliss.xLiving in a house with a violent dad... through my childhood eyes
Daddy keeps hurting mommy in many different ways,
Sometimes he just picks a fight out of anything she says She tries hard not to say anything wrong, But the next fight always comes along Mommy keeps smiling and saying everything is ok, but I heard her crying just the other day, I saw marks on her arms and on her chest, I wish she didn't have to put up with this mess My friends say their parents do not row, so I feel like there's no one I can tell, Their parents seem happy and carefree, so why have I got a different family My sister keeps crying because she is scared, so when the next fight happens I am prepared, I read her stories and play silly games, anything to keep her from feeling the same Today Daddy smashed up my favourite plate, mommy said she would try to fix it but it's too late, Sometimes I wish I didn't live in this house I hate listening to my daddy shout © 2015 Bliss.x |
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1 Review Added on January 4, 2015 Last Updated on January 4, 2015 Tags: broken, home, family, parents, domestic violence |