
Alcohol. A fun sport. A game to pass the time... A broken family... A poison.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 396 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3077879
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Well I haven't been on here for a while. At any rate, I wrote this in response to something that I believe is becoming a growing problem. So many kids (and I know quite a few) live in homes where alcohol absolutely destroys their childhood. They grow up in fear of their parents but always forgiving them because they're family and you always forgive your family. I don't know what I can do, but I always try to be there for them. They mean the world for me and I'd hate to see something happen to them. So without further ado, ... A Poisoned Cup
~~Emilys-World-of-Disbelief~~
A Poisoned Cup
Guzzle it down
Drink it up
Shots on shots on shots
"It's party time!"
Time for friends,
for pleasure
Live it up
Pass the time while you're still sober
White girl wasted,
Bottle trash
To you it's a game
A vicious sport.
But you don't know the other half
The evil of the bottle
A broken family
Drowning in the red cup
The middle of the night;
She's yanked from her bed
Sister scared,
Parents drunk.
Their insults slur from the poison
"You stupid child"
"You ugly whore"
Their words assault her heart.
There's always violence.
Glasses smash
Dishes shatter
Art torn from the walls.
Daddy yells
Mommy shouts
They always argue.
Screaming, raging.
Who knew words could hurt so much?
"It's all your fault!"
"You worthless shit"
They turn to her
Hardly a teen.
She barely feels the blow
She'll later lie about the bruises.
Sister cries;
she dials for help.
Mommy breaks the phone
"You don't need to call anyone."
The girls dash for the stairs
They run to their beds.
Lock the door
Wait for the cursing to stop
They hold each other and cry.
And you'll awake later
in a stoner's fog
head spinning from your drinking sport
While Mommy and Daddy apologize
"We're so sorry we love you, you know"
They'll learn to forgive.
They'll try to forget
That's what family's for.
And years will pass
You'll live for the fun
In a drunken stupor
With an empty bottle
For a senseless sport
But they'll be stuck
A broken family
forever they'll live
from a poisoned cup.
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