Mother

This cut on my face,
This dark bloody trace.
But Mother, where are you?
You are the one hurting me,
This can't be true.

Will this nightmare ever end,
Because on you I depend.
Maybe if you stoped with all the drinking.
I would no longer be hurting.

Because of my bruises and sores,
You might soon be behind prison doors.
And one day I came home,
And saw that I was all alone.
You were probably out,
Drinking again, no doubt.

Then i realised you were on the floor.
What were you doing that for?

Mother, what is happening to you?
Don't go, i love you.
Why are you lying on the ground,
And not making a single sound?
Is it a game? Is it for fun?
Oh non, what have i done?

Maybe that with you I hurt,
But without you it will be worse.
You didn't have to take away your life.
Oh, why did we ever invent the knife?

And Mother, where are you now?
I wish I could see you again somehow.
Even thought you were the one destroying my soul and body.
I need to be with you despretely.

~Didn't happen to me..~