On the twelveth day of Christmas my family gave to me twelve drunken drinks, eleven scars scaring, ten belt a-beatings, nine father's laughing, eight mother's glancing, seven sister's hiding, six tears a-streaming, five unheard apologies, four cries for mercy, three bruised organs, two busted ribs, and a very, very broken heart.
*disclaimer, for 9-7 I obviously only have one father, one mother, but also only one sister. Its the only way I could make it work. Also, I would like to make very clear that I am currently in a situation of peace, don't let this writing be reflective of my life today.