Fighting Poem by Brianna Kitchener

She blocks out all the yelling.
Her music blasting deep in her heart.
Curled into a corner, the sadness is where she is dwelling.
She watchs, but that isn't the only part.

She is yelling, screaming and fighting.
For what she wants.
She is in the bathroom sliting.
It all just haunts.

She is a fighter, with the music in her head.
She is a crier, with the music in her heart.
Every moment at that house she dreads.
It wasn't like this at the start.

At the beginning it was easier.
Now everyday is a fight.
Now she can never please her.
She can't stand it every night.

Shaking and alone, wishing for a hero.
No matter who she is the fighter or the crier.
She will always wish for her hero.
Her need is despreate and dire.

She cry's'I want to be saved.'
As the blood tears slip down her arm.
The warmth she has craved.
It is found, it is her good luck charm.

The fighter found a fix.
To what they need.
It is a dangerous mix.
A white powder, drink and some weed.

There is more, mixed with more evil.
It makes her high till she drops.
There is no retrieval.
She lost all her hopes.

She is no longer the crier or the fighter.
She lost everything she was.
She is now a ex-fighter.
She final realized what evil does.

She lost her life.
To something that was supposed to quiet the fights.
All began with her knife.
She won't have to hear the fights tonight.

Because she won't live long enough to hear.
Maybe they will realize what they lost.
Or continue with the fights in spit of fear.
Maybe just maybe they will realize the cost.

Of fighting..... /3