Family Cycle

Through the yelling and screaming, a little girl is crying.

Her mom and dad always fighting, she is always hiding.

Things are thrown across the room, she clings to her stuffed animal froggy.

When all gets quiet, the alcohol and pills are shoved down the parents throats.

The days go by, more fighting more screaming, she finds better places to hide.

A kitchen knife goes missing one night, and the fighting starts again.

When her dad gets close to hit her mom, a knife is pulled.

Her mom tries to use it as leverage, but the drunken father is not phased.

He grabs the knife and slits her throat, and stabs himself in the chest.

The little girl screams and falls to her knees, could she have stopped this she thinks.

A few hours the police arrive, they take her away to the orphanage.

A month goes by, now she has a new family, but this does not cure the pain away.

She lies awake every night shoving pills down her throat, just like her mother did.

As she grows older, 16 now, the pills are replaced with alcohol.

Down the hatch each gulp goes, just like her daddy did.

She loses herself in this drunken state, no more pain is felt, she is invinsible.

This goes on and on without stopping, this family shes with has to many kids.

So nothing must be wrong, if shes getting away with it.

She strarts hanging with the wrong crowd, dressing in all black.

Being an out cast, a pill popper, a smoker , a drinker.

A candidate for lung or liver failure.

All because no one takes the time to notice.

Or because thats all she saw those first percious years of her life.

Everybody else is wrong and she is right

This has to be the way to live life.