Fighting (vent)

Everyday of my life. The fighting the fighting that's all I've ever heard. I was never wanted I was never cared about. They voices were all I heard. Slowly driving me insane, haven't they had enough?. The fighting the fighting. They can't get enough. It fills they with rage and the spark they enjoy. The loudness of the voices that I just couldn't keep out. I scream and cry and beg for Mercy as he threw her down the stairs. My mom laying there with pain she couldn't bear but they continue as if I wasn't even there. I sat there invisible as my screams were never heard. The hitting the throwing the voices fill the air. My eyes no longer drip and I no longer care I have no voice. I sit alone oh yeah cause its my choice. I chose to be here and go through this pain. It's my fault this happened. You useless little child. No one cares about your pain. You can scream and cry but no one seems to pay. Pay you any attention as your hurting in your brain. You are alone in this small little world. No one to save you or even ever care..

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