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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Other >> ID #1154031  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Why Me?
about my dad being drunk
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it scared me to watch him cry that night
and i just couldn't understand
why was he allowed to lose his mind?
and why did i have to hold his hand?

he came home late and as i watched him fall
i wondered about his pain
and as he sat and cried and cried
i prayed for him again

i knew that everything had changed
and that nothing would be the same
but while they all took care of him
why didn't they help me with me pain?

when i looked into his eyes that night
i saw an empty soul
it was like looking into a strangers eyes
because it was dark and it was cold

his body collapsed , he couldn't stand
he could barely even speak
the only words he spoke to me
made my heart so weak

i ran into my room and cried
and for hours i couldn't sleep
the only thing runing through my mind
was: "why me!? why me!? why me!?"
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