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It was two A.M.

But no person in the home was allowed to rest.

Mama and Daddy are at it again.

Mama shattered the bottle.

Daddy threw Mama on the floor.

I tried to stop them.

I'm not good at battling wars.

They wouldn't stop screaming.

I begged them to shut up.

Mama and Daddy were too tied up.

They'd refused to listen.

I didn't exist.

God, why did you let me and my sisters be born into this?

Cabela was screaming, Braylie was Crying, I hoped Everest was sleeping, I wished I'd been dying.

My sister's couldn't take it no more.

So I shoved them passed my bedroom door.

I told them to please, quiet down.

I pleaded that they'd block out the sound.

I plugged their ears and held them close.

I heard them scream louder and so I froze.

I pushed the girls in the closet, I kissed them goodbye, I walked out my bedroom, closing the door, I held my head high.

Daddy and Mama are wrestling on the floor.

Mama's got a busted lip and is half out the door.

Daddy's threatening suicide, says I'll see him in a casket.

I can't stop the tears from falling, Mama's breaking all the baskets.

I pull Daddy away, I ask him to stay, he throws me to the ground, followed by a large echoing sound.

My body is failing.

My parents aren't happy.

I wish I were dead, or just a little less crappy.

I used to think I was so smart and clever, but now I'm aware I should've known better.

I can't save my siblings nor hide them from the fights.

I can't save myself.

I can't save my father's wife.

I can't help anyone, I've gone over this more than twice.

The children in my home are not doing alright.

No one ever asks, for they truly don't care.

Where are the kids, why were they there?

Now I'm dead an gone and nobody cares, but it's all good, because at my last words on paper, everybody stares.

- Ariah Christman

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