Happy family. . .

I think of life,
and what it used to be,
my mother, brothers,
father and me,

but then again,
it was never like that,
fights would start,
at the drop of a hat!

i remember that day,
when they had that fight,
we tried to stop it,
with all of our might,

obviously it wasn't enough,
for the yelling and screaming to stop,
my brother came to the conclusion,
that we should call the cops!

so we did,and they came,
they took us all away,
although i try to forget,
i still remember that day!

you say it wasn't meant,
for it to be like this?
for me to be depressed,
and resort to slitting my wrists!

so if this is true,
how was it meant to be?
was it meant for us,
to be A HAPPY FAMILY??!!