The pills💊

My dad was sippin on a bottle of Hennessy as he was also taking opioids.

My brother my aunt my cousin and my uncle tried to stop him.

Then he pulled out his gun and shot them all. I was three years old and sitting

in the corner with my one year old brother in my arms. My dad came over gun in one hand.

He pointed it at me, and said your turn.  I screamed as i thrust my leg out and kicked him

in his nuts. He yelped in pain and i dashed out the door with my brother in my arms.

Then ran to my babysitters house.  She called DCFS and told them. I moved homes and families.

Now i live a better life after getting sent to 6 hospitals for mental treatment, and 3 theraputic residentials.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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