dead dad

November 17, 2009
I come home from school
Finding blood on the floor
I put down my book bag
And tell my little brother to go to his room
I follow the blood
Every steep I make I am shaking
I take little steeps
Stopping at every steep I make
I could smell beer
I want to stop but I cant
I get in my dad’s room
I can’t see anything its dark
So I turn the lights on
His room is torn up
I steep in his room
I see a big poodle of blood
I stop
I fall down
I start to cry
What I see is too hard to say
All I know is my dad is dead
How am I going to take care of my little brother
I just sit there holding my dad in my arms
Not knowing what to do
So I stay till someone comes
They take my dad away
Now I’m here all alone
No one to take care of me
All because my dad was in pain
And I couldn’t help him

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