Death is Never Pretty

The War That Never Ends

The battle between my mom and brother continues.

I want it to end but I know it won't.

I'm afraid that he will leave.

Even though he doesn't talk to me,

I need him.

There yelling can be heard from miles away.

It's echoing everywhere

Every corner.

My strong 17 year old brother is crying.

With no expression, tears are slowly falling down.

He keeps begging her to stop but

That just makes it worse.

Cuss words and insults are being used

As weapons and shields.

I sit behind them crying,

Begging it to stop,

Praying to god for it to stop.

But it doesn't.

I put on my head phones in

Trying to block it out but it doesn't.

The comforting sounds of my music

No longer protects me.

I feel weak.

I want to help my brother but

Her voice screeches at me

Saying I need to listen

That I have to learn from

His and her mistakes.

She is the evil red queen.

She is the wicked bitch of the west.

She is my so called mother.