broken home

A Poem by Elaina Ashlock

do you want to hear a sad story?
a bit of bad poetry?

today I saw daddy’s cigarettes kill
and mommy spend her time popping pills

baby was in the bedroom ripping apart her surface.
and she was crying as she knew she was no more than worthless.

the eldest son is shooting up his veins
as the twins in the basement are slowly going insane.

grandma wonders of a better life
while auntie twists the end of her knife

grandpa puts his body to bed
and uncle finds his daughter dead.

baby’s friend comes to her door
just to discover baby isn’t there anymore.

one by one a family dies
in tragic ways, left with no goodbyes

the moral is, this story is real
these are experiences that won’t let people ever heal.