I was young and naïve
When it all started.
Yet I knew what was happening
And it left me broken hearted.
They fought every night,
They fought every day.
It couldn't get worse,
But things changed in May.
The shouting continued,
But things got way worse.
And when you started drinking,
It felt like a curse.
One day when you came home
You were drunk to the bone.
You started abusing my mother,
I ran out alone.
You continued to drink
But still stayed with us.
You stopped all the abuse,
But continued to cuss.
I cried every night.
I cried every day.
Oh, please put the bottle down father,
I want you to be okay.
Its sad very sad......thats nothing i want to say......as far as poetry is concern...nicely highlighted the pain
i just want you to know that you are a very strong and brave girl. i went through the same thing with my parents, and i know how it feels. i know how it feels to put a smile on your face even though all you want to do is cry.
Serena, to know this occurs and you still managing to hold yourself in magnitude. It shows immense strength, you are a courageous person. This entitles all of those who face this problem around the world. Kudos to you, this is truly monodrous while also magnificeint
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Serena... dont have words to say how good you wrote this.... though i feel sad after reading this....