I remember the first time you told me that you stopped drinking. My heart took flight and the idea of having a sober father became the root of my happiness. You got drunk that night.
I remember the first time you let me down. I stood alone among my peers because you had better things to do. You got drunk that night.
I remember the first time I slit my porcelain skin open for you. As blood trickled from my veins I begged you to come and rescue me from the demons in my mind. You got drunk that night.
I remember the first time I tried to put an end to all the madness that engulfed my life. I grabbed your gun from the safe and shot a bullet through my head. I will never know if you got drunk that night. You probably did.