As I sit on my bedroom floor I rember thoes happy days when my dad was jokeing and my mom was smiling and luaghing.
than I think of what changed my life.
It was all the booze and achole my dad seemed to inhale.
I still think to myself as I rase the gun to my head.
Why, why.
Why did he have do it.
Now insted og seeing my mom smile I see her cry.
Her once deep blue eyes so full of life now blackend by fear.
As I hear my dads foot steps come up the staires I cocked the gun.
I hear my dad trying to break down my door.
One silent tear falls down my cheek and I hear no more.
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