My mother’s been out of the house for 2 years. She use to drink every second of her life. She’d be passed out 99.9% of the time i saw her. My brother was just cleaning her old room and found 3 of her empty vodka bottles. You have no idea how much i want to find her and punch her. She ruined my life. I have no feelings towards her.
My body crashes like a broken wave. I thought the cutting and thoughts if dying were over. They fased away slowly. Then rose like the sun breakin the morning air. Someone needs to help me,be there for me, see my pain. They need to see it before it’s to late. Before I’m lying in a wooden casket six feet underground. Before I pull the trigger. Before I tie the knot around my neck. Before it’s to late to care.