DRUNK

HE CAME HOME DRUNK AGAIN LAST NIGHT.
HIM AND MOMMY STARTED TO FIGHT.
HE CALLED HER NAMES AND CUSSED HER OUT.
SHE JUST STOOD THERE WHILE HE PUT HER DOWN.
I HEAR HER SCREAM OUT HIS NAME.
I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S PLAYING THIS GAME.
IT HURTS TO KNOW THAT SHE’S IN PAIN, BECAUSE OF HIM AND THE POWER HE GAINES.

SHE STANDS IN THE HALL WITH A BRUISE ON HER FACE.
HE LOOKS AT HER WITH SUCH DISGRACE.
I RUN DOWN THE STAIRS, TEARS STREAMING FROM MY FACE.
I GRAB THE GUN FROM THE CABINET WALL AND I POINT IT IN HIS FACE.
I YELL AT HIM AND I START TO SAY “LEAVE US ALONE YOU DON’T NEED TO ACT THIS WAY.” HE STARTS TO WALK TOWARDS ME WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE, BUT LET HIM GET CLOSE ENOUGH AND HIS BRAINS WILL BE SPLATTERED ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!!

By sexyvampirechick15

I'm a 16 year old gothic girl. I love to write poetry about myself, my friends, the people I hate, school, my parents, and other adults that have met or seen me.