Screams In My Journey

Tears Flood the whole house as the wrath of my life wins the game. My father, my mother, my sisters, my brother. Hit me again. And it doesn't bounce back. I'm leaving i said kicking the wall for what my mother done to me. I wish i was never born. Those words repeated in my mind. Over..and over...Kill or Go. I said. Bleeding pain and hurt. Go. I said out of the blue. My mother yelled. "Supper's ready you little brat." I didn't have any friends. Or any family. All thanks to her; my mother. Around town she's know as "The witch" And it's true. Lucky them. They have a real life. A real family, a real soul. One that let's you hug your family without them saying the word: Biitch, Brat, Slut. I cry blood each night. And no one knows why.