Broken glass.
Unnoticed tears.
Too much whisky
and too many beers.
They say "home is where the heart is."
Well, my heart isn't here.
I wish that I could hate you,
but I still hold you dear.
Daddys should sing lullabys,
Daddys shouldn't shout.
Daddys should love Mommys,
Not kick the family out.
My bare feet are cold,
out here in the snow,
and no one truely knows,
I've finally lost my home.
I wish that I was little.
I wish Daddy didn't drink.
Because broken hearts are harder to fix
than skinned knees and lost teeth.
I wish you could see Mommy,
when she cries inside her bed.
I wish I could see you,
and what's going through your head.
I wish I had the strength,
to fill the sink one lonely night,
with your such important alcohol,
so you and Mommy wouldn't fight.
But most of all I want you to know
-I've left it for just this part-
that alcohol problems are easier to fix,
than what you've done to my heart.
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