I used to be

Untouched

Unhurt

Unharmed.

But then,

My father started

Drinking again.

It wasn't his fault.

It called him,

Sang to him.

It whispered to him,

Come closer.

Come back to me,

Love.

I will

Make you happy,

Care for you.

Don't worry.

You're safe here,

In my arms.

I've never liked him

Drinking.

He does things

He wouldn't do

Sober.

He got more angry

Than he would be

Sober.

And my mom,

Well,

She always made him

Mad.

She would ask him

To help out.

He thought a women's place

Was in the kitchen.

She was a feminist.

But she never

Argued with him

After he drank.

Until one day.

And he got

Really

Pissed off.

He couldn't

Help himself,

Couldn't

Stop himself,

Couldn't

Control himself.

I tried to help her.

I guess he didn't

Like that.

Oh well.

The fall

Down the stairs

Didn't hurt

That much.