thrashing every night pictures shaking on the wall

his hands around her neck squeezing with a his might

People heard loud screaming of a girl saying helped

Everybody hearing the screams, thinking she would be OK

The screaming begins to get louder people try harder to ignore

All the horror that’s going on right next door

They hear three bangs, some duck some run, out fifty people only a child was wiling to help

After she heard the bangs she called 911 and they came flying down the street

The man had shot his wife the the baby and himself

The baby lived the mother and the father were gone

The child was left with just a memory of his parents that is a blur

He is sent to a foster home and has to grow up in the system

Being hurt at eightteen when he find out that his parents are not really his parents