I smell the whiskey on your breath.
And you beg for me to put your temper to the test.
You slap me around and call me names.
Mom, I'm sick of playing these games.
One day it's going to end up getting worse.
It hurts me how you yell and curse.
Stop it, before it's too late.
Mom, this is not your fate.
You used to care.
You used to be there.
Now you've gone away.
Mom, please stop today.
Bruises and hits.
Temperamental fits.
All is causing me pain.
Mom, stop yelling. I'm not to blame.
You're drinking away what's left of you.
It's hurting me, and you're hurting me, too.
I've cried. I've begged. What more can I do?
Mom, I've tried to help. And I've tried to still love you.
It's hard when I'm only neglected.
When all I ever wanted was to be accepted.
I know I'm not perfect, but look at you now.
Mom, you've got to stop this somehow.
You've beaten me down once more.
My heart's broken, and I'm lying on the floor.
How much more of this can I take?
Mom, please. Give me a break.
You brought me into this life.
And you cause me all this strife.
But are you going to take me out of this world, too?
Mom, stop before that comes true.
Poem About Abusive Alcoholic
Wow. This brought back so many painful memories for me, and I can relate to everything you have written. No one who has not been through this will ever understand our pain or our sorrow, our...
Please Stop Drinking, Mom
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.
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No one who isn't going through life with an alcoholic parent doesn't understand the way we secretly smell our mum or dad's breath or the stress that we go through during the day wondering what state our mum or dad is going to be in when we get home. This page has helped me understand that I'm not the only one going through this pain.