I wonder a lot of the time,
If I ever cross your mind,
If I’m strung alone in your path of thoughts,
Or if its just a bar full of shots.
Because I can grovel for your attention,
Beg and plead because I was your seed
Then be looked upon with conviction,
Of crime I never did conceive.
“Mothers always love their daughters”
Like society likes to see,
But some are suffocated with confliction,
To a person they never wanted to keep.
So the treatment she picked was one of sorts,
Doing exactly what you don’t want to your liver,
Ripping it apart,
Punishments fell as if it was life or death,
Spankings went from soft,
To full out falling of your fist.
So I'm sorry that you bred me,
And carried me for so long,
That I was never capable,
Or competent,
Or energetic,
Or pretty enough
To capture my mom
Missing you is one aspect that my mind lacks,
But it’s still in one piece,
Even after your mess,
And If I could make one everlasting wish
It’d be that you’d face what’s destroying us,
because Mom before you get any sicker,
I beg you to drown in your liquor.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
I wonder a lot of the time,
If I ever cross your mind,
If I’m strung alone in your path of thoughts,
Or if its just a bar full of shots.
Because I can grovel for your attention,
Beg and plead because I was your seed
Then be looked upon with conviction,
Of crime I never did conceive.
“Mothers always love their daughters”
Like society likes to see,
But some are suffocated with confliction,
To a person they never wanted to keep.
So the treatment she picked was one of sorts,
Doing exactly what you don’t want to your liver,
Ripping it apart,
Punishments fell as if it was life or death,
Spankings went from soft,
To full out falling of your fist.
So I'm sorry that you bred me,
And carried me for so long,
That I was never capable,
Or competent,
Or energetic,
Or pretty enough
To capture my mom
Missing you is one aspect that my mind lacks,
But it’s still in one piece,
Even after your mess,
And If I could make one everlasting wish
It’d be that you’d face what’s destroying us,
because Mom before you get any sicker,
I beg you to drown in your liquor.
My mothers an alcoholic and the every day struggle living with her influenced a lot of my writing, but I'm currently moved out.
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