I listen too loud music, to drown out the sound,
The devil keeps shouting, my head starts to pound.
I wonder when good thoughts will start happening,
all these bad ones make me remember the kidnapping.
I've been robbed of my social life, childhood as well.
My mother's an alchy am I living in hell?
Will she always love the taste more than me,
she been to self help groups can no one see?
That she's dying inside, and feeling crappy.
But she lies to you all too keep you happy.
She's tried suicide countless times.
Why does she let alcohol poison her mind.
She's not the only one living with the devil, but she's selfish
and careless on a whole new level.
Our world has been turned upside down,
please pick yourself up, don't choose to drown.
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Author:
Billie-Jade Locke (Pseudonym) (
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I can feel your anger, your struggle. You are right about your mom, she is dying inside. Have you ever try to ask why. No one like to live in hell, she does not want either. She had her own problem, which made her feel despair, hopeless, and drinking alcohol became the way she escape from the problem, from the hopeless. She is suffering too. She needs love, needs support. I can understand how stressful you are, sorry, I do not have the solution for it. Hope you getting stronger.
Well expressed.
I could feel the anger and emotion as I read this, We all have our demons and writing is a great way to vent them, I hope you and your mother find a way to conquer yours.
That's if this is coming from a real life perspective and not just a fictional write.
Either way great writing.
a lot of pain in this .. a well written poem .. sometimes the negative thoughts and feelings literally consume us to the point of feeling overwhelmed
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