Why Mummy

Lord, why are there empty pill bottles,
Scattered on the floor?
Why is mummy yelling,
Saying she needs more?

Why do i always wake up,
To shattered glass,
and broken hearts?
Why can i not concentrate in class?

Does she do it intentionally,
Or is it a fault in her genes?
She says she needs help,
but i dont know what that means.

I am but a child,
How can i be of some assistance?
What do i tell the police man,
About her silly incidence?

Lord, why does mummy do it,
Does she really love her daughters?
Does she listen to the doctor,
Or the things he taught her?

Mummy needs help,
She needs to soon be better.
The bottle is her problem,
She can do it if we let her.