I come home every night
and in my eyes
you can see fear and fright
my parents argue and raise their fists
it's times like this I want to
slit my wrists
they don't care what I see or hear
they don't even care if I am near
I want to leave here so bad
but if I do I know I'll be sad
I love them both to death
but all of this fighting
seems to take my breath
I ask God what I should do
but it seems as if he's even through
I go to my room and shut the door
and when they found me
I was dead lying on the floor.
-Amber L. Owens
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Poetry"Every night she lies awake Blaming Insomnia. But it's her troubled thoughts That keep her restless. Wondering if she will ever Find peace with her mind." -n.h This is a collection of deep thoughts, feelings, and poems going through my he...
