My dad

May 22, 2009
By Anonymous

He can't go one day without drinking
leaving me scared and crying.
His mental disease is stressing to all of us.
What can I do to end this?

His many thoughts of suicide.
Why can't he be in his right mind?
The drugs, the money, the self-medication
leaves me with bruises and beatings.

Now that my dad is gone I have healed.
All that's left is scary memories.
If only he knew what he did to me and my family.

The author's comments:
My dad was a very violent man. This poem is personal but its heartfelt.

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