tell me you love me, please.

December 23, 2009
By Anonymous

scream at me, i dare you
and youll end up on the floor
im tired of your critism
im heading for the door

dont try to stop me
cause im done fighting for you
waking you for work
watching everything you do

and yet where is my thanks
my "i love you, hunny"
you stumble through the door
and now i know why we dont have money

liquor on your breath
and snores from your room
are you trying to die?
with all that alcohol you consume

swinging arms
and a drunken burp
i watch as you make sure
you got every last slurp

ready for my own life
i say in my head
and yet i still am here
making sure you safe in bed

ill never hear "i love you"
or a simple thanks
all i hear is
a million calls from the banks

they want their money
but you drank it all down
bills fill the tables
but yet you still never frown

why do you do this?
are you sad with your life
cause you know what
your stabbing my heart with a knife

every insult you scream
every drunken soliloquy
but you know what i need
a safe home for me

i wont get a letter
or a "please come home" call
every night i would hide
holding my kneels id start to ball

my face is filled with hand prints
my eyes droop with lose of sleep
youve stained my heart forever
dad, youve cut me way to deep

The author's comments:
my dad is an alcoholic. i grew up as the adult taking care of a 45 year old man.

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on Jan. 19 2010 at 8:43 am
babigerl1194 PLATINUM, Margaretville, New York
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wat doesnt kill you only makes you stronger

omg i love it and the emotion and i can so relate i take care of my moms alot too. i wrote about mny dad you should look at my work. =)


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