so much

a man comes home from a week away to his beautiful home to see his beautiful family.
his young wife
his loyal daughter
his adored son.
its 3am, its dark.
the key is under the front mat like it always is.
he walks in his room to find blood. a trail of red sticky juice of his wife splatted across the room
his heart beats to panic as he follows the trail to her walk in closest filled with out grown fashions and the past.
he finds his wife.
throat slit.
eyes gawged out.
blood from the ears.
he finds his son.
naked.
privates chopped off.
insides from his tum spilling out.
he put up a fight.
The man cannot breathe.
he stumbled out of the wardrop.
mind in shock. the reality yet to set, hard hard like concrete.
he limps distorted towards his daughters room to find her on her bed.
her arms sliced.
her hair chopped off and throw around the room.
shes naked and dry blood and vomit fill her mouth.
a pen sticks out of her punctured neck.
in front of her is her diary, full of her rubbish she writes.
he picks up the small worn book and reads the last word written by his daughter.
"everything i write comes true."

So much i want to write.
i want to fall in love but my emotions have been stolen by someone who dosnt actually want them.
he would be perfic.
be would be amazing
why is he going.
fucking hell.