A Broken Family

As a hushed tone of forgetfulness whispered through the crisp frost covered leaves 

A man walked rushed but nonetheless inspired to spill out his heart which he wore upon his sleeves 

He reaches his home and opens the door to feel a blast of heart warming heat but he turns to see a mother grieving in her seat 

Briskly he walks but softly he talks in a small voice inaudible to anyone but him he makes his way up the spiral staircase 

Into his room he goes now it seems as if his life is fair chase he opened his window to breathe but shuts it quickly he feels trapped in his on home like the walls are talking and won't leave him alone

he sits at his desk with a piece of paper and a feather dips the feather in the blood from his heart on his sleeve and begins to grieve as he writes...

Dear Dad I loved you like no other now it's just me, Mom and my brother we're scared what are we gonna do hide under a frickin cover you didn't have to beat on her then shove her you could have loved us instead of giving us a cold shoulder it's hard to cry on a shoulder when your tears turn to ice now we're running out of money and my little brother has lice we already gave up the car I wonder what else we will sacrifice oh and by the way if your reading this it's probably too late because I found you. 

After writing it he puts it under his bed in a box labeled dad along with a loaded gun and a letter titled to my favorite son. 
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