Gone

"Go to your room," she says without turning back.
I do as i say obediently,
without knowing facts.
I sit in this bed&listen through the wall,
&hear them screaming at their son.
They hit hit&don't stop until he finally falls.
I put my hands to my mouth&wonder what he had done.
I hear him shriek,
&picture him still on the floor,
starring down at their feet.
All I want to do is run to that door,
&yell at them to stop.
But I know that would be foolish
For I didn't want to be hit&drop.
I hear him sob
&all they do is hit him some more.
I'm crying the whole night for him,
wondering when it will end.

I wonder why I care so much,
is he doesn't even see me as a friend.
but I can't help it,
since he is my blood.
I felt helpless being able to only cry&sit.

I wake up the next day,
my face dry&salty from the tears I spilled.
I wonder when i see him,
what should say?
Again my eyes were being filled,
from tears thinking of their reign yesterday.
Wondering to myself,
why they thought hurting someone was right.
So I got up&I saw him,
his face was filled with bruises.
His lips cut up
&I could see dry blood.
I started to bawl&tried to hug him,
but he pushed me to the floor,
then without a word he walked away,
out the door.

'What had just happened?' I asked myself.
A new set of problems have been placed
&I immediately felt guilty
as my heart raced.
Its my fault hes gone
Its my fault hes alone
Its my fault hes mad
&its my fault he feels nothing but hate.
Just wait 'till them two are home,
to scream at me&hit me.
to say its my fault he left,
this disgusting dis-functional family.

by ThatUnforgetableCharm
posted on 05/08/2008