Empty Bottles

Thu, 07/31/2014 - 20:21 -- Tsack22

Empty Bottles

Written by: Tara Renee Sack

 

Once upon a time you had a life

Made a family, had some kids

With your beautiful wife

 

My mind is appalled

By how much has changed

But that’s what you get

When you live in the fast lane

 

There you go again; pushing, yelling,

Slurring your words

I fall to my knees

Wishing to be free like the birds

 

Clink goes the sound of empty bottles all around

You’re a disgrace

You’re pathetic

You fall to the ground

 

You’re as useless as a broken piano

Mom packs up our things

Grabs the kids and we go

 

You show no compassion

You show no care

You pierce my heart with

Your drunken stare

 

All we wanted was a decent father

You say bottles over family

So don’t even bother

 

Go ahead dad

Pick up your drink

Ask me why we don’t talk

I’ll tell you what I think

 

I struggle to find any

Truth in your lies

Why can’t you see

Just open your eyes

It is you that I hate

It’s you I despise

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