Comments about Ashlee Cornell
This Isnt A Poem, But A True Story
t he screams echoed down the hall way. my parents fought all the time.
i couldnt do anything but take my little brother (5) , sister (3) outside to play. I was only 6 at the time. They didnt understand but i didnt like them to hear it.
It became more and more violent, my mother never was home, she was out gambling all our rent money, and my father didnt no how to look after us. My brother and sister cried for my mother everynight, i told them it was ok and they eventually fall asleep.
After a couple of weeks, my mother returned, she had bruises and marks all over her ...