Dear mum, why?

by mika   Feb 17, 2005


She end up drinking almost everyday...
A wish she would stop it , but it did not helped me if i prayed.

She would´NT-care if i asked her to stop..

Sometimes i did, I try-ed hard and AL she ever said was;
Darling it´s just a glass of wine, it just going to be fine.

I cried i was angry.. but it would not help me...
It was not just a glass of wine, it was a whole bottle and some pills..
I\'M still living with it and it makes me ill!

Dear mum, why?
Don´t do it because are sad..
I\'M here if you need me, i want you to be glad.

But i can not help her, nobody can..
She is decided to go with her death- plan...

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  • 19 years ago

    by Essence of Blight

    Nice poem! I love it a lot, I can relate. If this is true... well people tend to drink their sorrow away. I hope yer mum gets off her " death-plan" Keep it up! Look into mine if you have time! Arrivederci!