Yelling and screaming shakes the small new born house.
Tears new and old and shaking hands accompany the little girl hiding in her closet as her parents go at it for another night of fighting. She's alone, her closet big enough for two but her sisters not home to hold her baby sister as she cries he eyes out. Music helps the little girl, she can't here the screaming. She knows her parents won't last. She knows they are not doing well. Breaking things around the house and breaking the little girls heart is what they do best.
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Short Ik I'm sorry I didn't want this one to be in to much detail anyway I hope u like it
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PoetryPoems that I wrote. Sorry IK there not very good :://TRIGGER WARNING::// Please don't read if u trigger easily. I love all of you and don't want any of you to hurt yourself~Mandy [FINISHED]
