The booming and banging of that horrible night,
The loud and disturbing noises gave me such a fright
Why mommy, why daddy? Why do you have to fight?
I’m hiding in room, trying to escape the noises, trying to get away.
Away.
Faraway. As far away as my favorite dream.
My favorite dream.
Im in my bed just waking up on my birthday, mom comes in with my favorite cake.
Double chocolate with a fluffy creamy filling. Dad comes in and hugs mom, hugs me.
They’re laughing, and I’m laughing, how can this be? Then I wake up and remember it’s only a dream
I m sitting up in my bed now, crying about what could have been and what should have been. But it is not. I guess life isn’t fair. Dad hitting mom, mom threatening to call the police if dad doesn’t stop abusing her and me. Its kind of funny in an ironic way, people taking everything for granted, their happy little dinners. When what do I get? A very bloody knuckle sandwich
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