Gone
I layed awake in my bed that night
A night that seemed to last forever
Screams from all over the house
My mom crying, my dad fighting
The door slams as my mom screams
She grabs a phone and calls the cops
Within minutes, the lights are flashing outside my window
Red to blue and back again
I stayed up the whole night
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Like I did all the time
My dad would come back
He had to say goodbye
The minutes passed which turned into hours
But he never came back
The next day my brother turned seven
For his birthday he got the worst news of all
That our father was gone
My father had left and died that night
I couldn't believe the news
I was his princess, and it all ended to soon
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