Close your eyes.
It’ll be alright.
Under the covers darling,
hold them tight.
And push away the voices in your head.
Saying "Forget. Forget"
Don’t they see you can’t?
And I know that she’s been drinking.
It’s clear that you’ve been thinking again.
You can see the blows are coming soon,
as she’s slowly entering the room.
Defend yourself.
Saying "worthless bitch what have you done?
You cant hide and you cant run.
Stay where you are."
She’s swigging vodka like its water,
coming near its getting harder.
You can smell it on her breath.
It’s in her eyes.
It’s in her voice.
Don’t let youself be slaughtered
by the memories that haunt you; don’t you dare!
Don’t let yourself be conquered,
you are not your mother’s daughter.
It’s not fair to you if you let yourself go DOWN!
It’s not your fight to lose or win!
It’s not your battle; it's not your sin!
So don’t sell yourself into believing
that you are that woman,
(you’re not the woman) who’s got you drinking
tonight!
Close you’re eyes it’ll be all right...
It’s in your hands.
Take your life.
Author notes
i didn't intentionally start writing it about the story that it's about, but after the first stanza her story came into my mind. It's funny, the story technically isn't mine, yet the lines and the emotion is all from experience. We all have secrets i suppose.
I dedicate this to all the people with parents and/or friends that suffer from alcoholism. or anyone who has suffered abuse because of it or for any reason really.
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