A broken home

I was twelve at the time and as happy as could be
i had always loved my mum and daddy
life was fine and life was great
all was to change at such a fast rate,
when i got home my smile begun to fade
when they're on the table, my mother was layed,
her eyes were rolling her body so numb
by her side a bag of cocaine and a bottle of rum,
i glanced to my left and there i could see,
a lifeless man that was my daddy,
he was not moving his eyes were shut,
i could see my brother sitting there he was cut,
mummy! mummy! i began to scream,
she dropped to the floor; it was like a bad dream,
she was a lawyer, a good one at it to
whenever there was a problem she knew what to do,
dad was a fireman, brave and strong,
he was a good man never did anything wrong,
my brother was eight known as the cute boy,
always had everything he needed full of joy
mum and dad had mixed with the bad,
taken drugs and now I'm left with no dad,
mum's in rehab getting back on track,
but on that night my brother she did attack,
she beat him till he was black and blue,
now I'm on my own i don't know what to do,
this lady says we'll be take into care,
why my family? this just isn't fair,
why did this happen? why to me?
now i come from a broken family.