Drunk

Father's drunk, mom's asleep, and me I'm living in a fantasy of a memory.

As I sit here feeling hopeless,

Completely and utterly useless,

Unable to stop this pain,

This surge of anguish that forever plagues me,

It isn't fair that I am here,

Dreading the memory of a happier time,

A time when I didn't know that daddy was drunk,

Mommy's could get sick,

Sisters could have a life of their own,

I miss my innocent memories that lasted for maybe two days,

I miss having that someone who was there,

Because now I am here in a poorly lit room,

Dreaming of something that could comfort me,

That comfort is you,

I bury myself in words from head to toe,

Thoughts that maybe right now wouldn't be so bad if I would call,

Thinking that being care-free and naive is the way to be,

I never knew that I would be so lost without you,

Then again I never knew that daddy was a drunk a*s,

I never knew mommies could be tyrants,

I never knew that sisters could grow up and move on to some happiness,

So how was I supposed to know about you?

How was I to know that all the men in my life would disappoint me?

Was it really up to me to discover this sad truth?

Oh well I guess I'm attracted to slime,

I knew you were too good to be true,

I knew that perfect daddy's never would be for me,

Mommies would never stop making you cry,

And sisters would be just perfect like on the t.v.

It's all a big drunken fantasy,

A big never meant to be,

To bad that it was never meant to be...

It was never meant to be my life,

My perfect little world and life,

Now I'm left alone,

Good bye.

 

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sad poem, very well written. Thank you for sharing. Debileah