Fighting Kills Poem by Cheyenne Ashley

Mom and Dad are fighting
I cant help but listen
They start in the living room
Then proceed to the kitchen
They fight about everything
From me to the little space
Then my mom takes her hand
And whacks him across the face
Its getting out of hand
My dad picked up a knife
And with one quick stab
He took my mothers life
Then I got a gun
And pointed it at myself
I should have never taken
That gun right off the shelf
He sees me about
To take my mortal being
Then he starts to cry
From what his eyes are seeing
He sees me pull the trigger
And half my face blow off
And lucky for me
It only took one shot
He falls over in misery
This pain he can not bare
He starts screaming
And rips out all his hair
At last he takes a rope
And goes into the closet
His suicide note
Is next to the faucet
He said that he's sorry
For all the pain he's caused
He knows that he's broken
Way to many laws
So as you can see
He took his very life
All of this happened
Cause the dishes weren't done right