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Old drunk
Contributed by
ale5shr
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Saturday, 10th July 2004 @ 09:20:45 PM in AEST
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Dad, why do you drink yourself to sleep every night? Why do you try to kill yourself and then deny it later? Maybe your not like me and slice your wrists, but what your doing is far worst. One day when I’m grown up I’ll get a call from mom saying you’re in the hospital needing a new liver. You’re too weak to call me yourself. You can’t seem to sallow your pride. The reason you now need a new liver is because you stupidly decided one day to pick up a beer can and open it. That was the last day of you life. Why do you think your getting stupider? Your killing brain cells you so desperately need to live. I know this sounds bad but I hope the drinking will mess you up so bad that you will NEVER pick up another beer ever again. Then I can say I told you so. I am ashamed to say that you’re my father. I don’t want to be your daughter anymore. I use to hold my head up high and say yes that’s my dad with pride. Now I hang my head down low looking at the ground ashamed saying sadly yes he’s my father. Why do you think I would run away so often? Why do you think I liked the hospital more than home? Why do you think I was looking for a boarding school? All of them were ways to escape from watching my drunken old man asleep in his chair at 9 pm. Most nights after you have fallen asleep I come over to you and lay my ear on your warm chest. Just to make sure you are still breathing.
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Re: Old drunk
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 10th July 2004 @ 09:40:09 PM AEST
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You must now be very proud of him. That is wonderful that he took your feelings to heart. Alcoholism is a disease and a hard one to overcome.
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Re: Old drunk
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by Stoney1 on
Sunday, 11th July 2004 @ 04:46:02 AM AEST
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Well my dear...it's very hard to have to stand by helplessly
and watch someone you love destroying themselves with
the drink.
Your poem was very touching, and I could tell that it was from
the heart. Sometimes, a poem like yours is what it takes to snap
a loved one out of their complacency to induce them to take action
about their problem.
I hope he's able to continue weaning himself off his dependency
on alcohol.
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