Let Me Be

Your bed is where you lay your head.
I wake up thinking that you're dead.
Right down the stairs your body's spead.
I'll be the parent in your stead.

I hurled your dead weight up the stairs.
And ran some water in the bath tub.
We must look like the weirdest pair.
When I come storming through the pub.

You look at me with hazy eyes.
That proves that you're not really there.
"I know you're tired of my lies."
"Can we not do this, I don't care."

"No hope for change, its far too late!?
Is lies you feed me day by day.
When guzzling bottles of escape,
has left you in this sorry state!"

Reviews

[dannie]

I pictured it. Wasn't so nice. Lol Dont give up I love how u painted a picture with your words.

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~~ oh... the horrible scenes that addiction to alcohol can create... can't say enough about them... ~~ you depict them well...

[QuietSeer]

Thank you Serah.
That was my really bad attempt at rhyming, I'm still very rough around the edges, but practice makes perfect, they say.

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~~ indeed, indeed... don't give up... your attempt isn't bad at all... and you're very welcome...