The sreaming
The shouts
Behind closed doors
Mom comes out
Crying
In front of you-
Emotionless
The "I love you's"
The making up
All over again
The next weekend
The yelling
The arguing
The "fuck up" and "fuck you's"
Behind closed doors
The "I love you's"
The smiles
In front of my mom
Hide in my room
Find comfort in the blade
You were supposed to be my stepparent
You were supposed to love us
We were supposed to be a family
But you left
I'm not saying you never loved us
But you had a greater love
That your immature self
Could not control
Alcohol

by:Gabby
Hooper

 
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