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Speechless


My name is Lex,

My sisters name is Leigh,

I am six,

and she is three.

Our dad's always mad,

He screams and yells,

He doesn't know that he makes us sad,

Even though it's easy to tell.

Mom's only kind,

When dads not around,

But she is scared out of her mind,

When he's home she doesn't make a sound.

Mom's always out,

Never home,

Dad's always drunk,

And never alone.

Dad doesn't like Leigh,

And beats her even more,

She tries to plea,

With one last hit, she falls to the floor.

He stops and watches....

Leigh takes one last gasps of air.

Our hands still holding,

All I could do was sit there and stare,

She doesn't move a muscle, no long withholding.

I stare at him,

My eyes so blue,

Shaking all my limbs,

He yells, "Oh you!"

"How dare you

make me this mad,

This is your fault too,

go to bed and be sad!"

My name is Lex,

My sisters name is Leigh,

I am six,

and my beautiful sister was only three.

That day my dad,

murdered her,

My best friend, so sad,

She was my world, I am sure.

We stuck together,

Through thick and thin,

But now she's gone,

And I'm lost within.

When I was six and my sister was three,

My daddy murdered Leigh,

Since that day I have not spoke,

For speaking is what made her die.

 

 

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