Sacred Death

A silent girl,
With broken dreams.
Falls on her knees,
And screams and screams.

She handled the abuse,
With a patient heart.
Until she found out the truth,
Then her world fell apart.

My parents fought a lot,
They just didn't agree.
One night it got rough,
But I couldn't see.

I heard a loud scream,
And ran out of my room.
There my mother was,
Her face full of doom.

I asked what was wrong,
But my mother lied and lied.
I went back to my room,
And cried and cried.

My mother said,
"Daddy has to go away for now."
She didn't tell me why,
And she didn't tell me how.

So life went on,
But no sign of dad.
What did my mother do,
To make him so mad?

There I was sitting on the couch,
Reading a book.
When my mom stormed in,
And gave me a drunk look.

"Go fix dinner!"
She said in a shout.
Then she smacked me on the floor,
As I started to pout.

I did what I was told,
I fixed the meal.
Scared that my heart,
Would never heal.

I sat at the table,
Scared and alone.
Until with courage I asked,
"When will dad be home?"

"He got in a wreck!"
She furiously said,
"He's never coming home!
Your father is dead."

I sat there confused,
Not knowing what to do.
Then out of anger I screamed,
"Mother, I hate you!"

She came up to my chair,
And threw me to the floor.
She put her hands around my neck,
This woman I adore.

She started to squeeze,
Taking the life she gave me.
Then she let go suddenly,
Just to save me.

I just stared at her,
Confused and afraid.
Wondering why my mother,
Would take the life she gave.

I ran to my room,
And started to cut.
She ran to my door,
And screamed "Your a $lut!"

"I hate you my daughter,
I just want you to know."
"Your a disgrace to me daughter,
A big $lutty ho!"

I started to cry,
And cut even harder.
For the hate of my mom,
And the loss of my father.

When things calmed down,
I went to my door.
Leaned down against it,
And let my tears pour.

"Tell me the truth."
I said with a sigh.
"Tell me how dad,
Really did die."

"I killed him."
She happily said.
"And daughter,
I'm glad your father is dead."

"What?"
Making things fall,
I stood up,
And punched my wall.

I slowly pulled out my hand,
And saw it was dripping red.
Cautiously I looked into the wall,
And there was my father, dead.