No one knows what goes on inside our house

No one knows...

...the number of times I wished he would not yell at her

...the number of times I wished the fighting would stop

...the number of times I prayed that she would not try to kill herself

...the number of times I prayed to keep her safe

...the number of times I cried at night

...the number of times I wish I could run away

...the number of times I wished for a normal family

...the size of my pain

...the depth of my fear

...what goes on inside our house
No One Knows
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