Sitting here I dont know what to do,
No more screams and shouting, it must be over,
Walking out, i cant even look at you,
Its as rare as a four leaf clover.

As he left i cry and yell,
I try to find her to make sure shes ok,
I feel like i just saw my hell,
And i have to watch the replay,

I frozze like satue,
I felt crushed,
Alone,
Scared,
Angry,
Depresst,
Like it was all my falut.

I wish it was all a dream,
That i woke up from, and forgot,
I wish it never happend,
And it hadnt put me through alot.

When i think about it now,
I can barely remember,
I blocked it from my mind,
I dont want to rememeber.

He said its okay and he wasnt going to hurt her,
he said it like a murmer,
I saw the pain,
I saw the fear,
Like never before,
I felt like it was a war.

He looked back in the dark,
Relising what he had done,
He had left his mark,
He had left it on my mum.

By Rebekkah Marshall.
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