Broken Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sad story about a girl, in a broken home.

Submitted: June 11, 2017

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In this broken home,

lied a pale girl,

crying in pain,

from her broken father,

cursing at himself,

the father cried for her,

tears streaming down their faces.

 

 

Broken glass and memories,

Strewn about the broken home,

Tears and broken hearts roamed freely round the home

The only sound is comes from the sobbing mother.

In the corner behind the couch,

Cried a little boy,

The mother hid him from the father,

So he wouldn't become another trapped in the broken home.

 

 

Years passed and nothing changed,

except now the poor boy fell victim to the broken home,

The girl cried every night,

Her sixteenth birthday came and went,

No presents just more tears of pain and sadness,

The broken home still blood and tear stained.

 

Broken glass and memories,

Stern about the home,

Tears and broken hearts roamed freely round the home.

 

 

All but one still left in the house,

the suffering mother,

Finally free,

But the cost was her life,

For drugs got the better of her late one night,

She cried as she wrote her children,

Kissing them one last time before ending it all.

 

Now the girls heart was shattered,

And the boys heart battered,

The pale girl cried,

As her father cursed and beat her,

She hid the boy,

And took it all,

Trying to keep him safe,

Like a mother, protecting her child.

 

 

Broken glass and memories,

Stern about the home,

Tears and broken hearts roamed freely round the home.

 

She always forgave,

She though "he'll change"

He promised he'd love me forever

Little did she know,

Not all promises were kept.

 

Her love of everything,

Was what kept her alive,

For in that broken body was a pure soul.

 

Broken glass and memories,

Stern about the home,

Tears and broken hearts roamed freely round the home.

 

Late one night,

While the father was out,

She helped her brother escape the broken home,

But stayed,

For her love for her father was so great,

She would take the beatings from him,

Because she thought it was all out of love.

 

Broken glass and memories,

Stern about the home,

Tears and broken hearts roamed freely round the home.

 

Two years later,

The beatings come quicker,

The alcohol smell is all that fills the house,

Barely fed,

And barely breathing,

The girl still cares for her father put of love.

 

 

Late one night,

She decides, that she's too broken for anyone to fix,

So she takes her time writing to her brother slipping it in the mail box,

Then writes to her father,

Her tears spilling onto the paper,

She takes one last look at her broken home,

Torn apart,

And takes a handful of pills.

 

That night,

The broken girl died,

Clutching her family picture,

And leaves her broken home forever.

 


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