Life Goes On

It all started when I was four.

I never knew she had a drinkig problem before.

But now its eleven years laer,

and I nevr thought I could hate her,

But somehow she chose alcohol over us.

That just made me moving on a must,

or else I would get suck in th dark days

and eventually lose wrds to say.

 

I ad to cut my feelings off then and there

but having a kid make that decision wasn't fair.

 

I was hurt and still am,

my dad was so stressed he started smoking by the gram.

I felt like I lost everything that mattered at the time

and I was the only witness in my house to see all the committed crimes.

 

So many sleepless nights

and endless fights.

 

Then you get two hours of silence

but then it would repeat with just so much more violence.

In a blink of eye its morning and you didnt get much sleep.

As you walk down the hall

you sit and stare at the wall

with a hole that went so deep.

You pause and think, about what happend when you did get the chance to sleep.

 

When I went to school no one knew what was happening at home,

everyone always said "it must be nice being the only child, all alone"

 

but, Life Goes On.

 

 

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