Mama, I’m scared

Mama I’m scared,
The broken glass,
the crimson stream,
the whimpers and cries,
the muffled screams

Mama, I’m scared
my mind is begining to wonder,
is this how it’s supposed to be?
do the ones who love us?
hurt us unconditonally?

Mama, I’m scared
Why are you crying?
Why is dadda shouting?
What is going on?
are they fighting?

Mama, I’m scared,
your voice is going weak,
and dadda sounds proud,
What is going on?
Why is it all so loud?

Mama, I’m scared,
the next morning
you said you fell.
I think it was dadda,
but who do i tell?

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