Drunk...

As I sit and listen to you fight,
I wonder if it will ever stop..
You slapped her hard,
Then I stood up,
But you hit me down as well...
You grabbed a shot gun off the wall,
And pointed it at mom..
You pulled the trigger,
And she fell down telling me to go..
I ran out the door,
You close behind,
Telling me to come back..
I could smell the smoke and alcohol,
Coming from my clothes..
I looked behind,
And saw you there,
Then i tripped onto the floor..
You caught up,
Then stabbed me there,
And then walked away..
That was the only night you decided to get drunk...