The End

Covering my head with a pillow to block out the yelling, it comes through nevertheless.
Some days I just want to end it.
Suffocate myself with this pillow.
But I know that won’t do.
It won’t help my family
But hiding like this isn’t doing anything either.
It’s just hard to hear them when they scream that way, saying their going to send him away.
Saying what a chore he is.
When will it stop?
When will anyone pay attention to my silent cry out for help?

Poem by Skittles.

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