Lying on my bed,
Putting my hands over my ears
Trying to drown out the loud noises,
Turning my music up as high as it can go
I still hear it,
Crash!
I run downstairs,
Broken glass all over the floor
Our family picture,
Now shattered into a million pieces
My little brother is on the stairs watching,
Telling him to go back to bed
“I thought they loved each other? ” my brother yells,
“What makes you think that? ” my dad yells back
Confused,
Why and how did it come to this?
Dad wants a divorce,
Mom already has the papers
My little brother cries,
Running up to his room
Knocking on his door,
Still crying
I open the door,
“What is going to happen to us? ” he asks
Thinking to come up with an answer,
Silence...
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