A poem told from a young boy begging his mother to stop drinking. |
Put the Bottle Down Mom, you need to quit. I know what you're thinking But you're not going to get rid of your problems by drinking. Yeah, it eases the pain for a while and stops your depression But the more I stop and think, it seems it's more of an obsession. Come on, Mom, what if the neighbors show up? You'll make a bad impression. There's no reason to sit back and let them witness your regression. No Mom, you're not a failure...that's not what I meant. I just want you to throw the bottle down...can't you take the hint? Mom, please, I know the world seems hollow But it doesn't matter how much liquor you swallow. You'll still feel all of your sorrows when you wake up tomorrow. Listen to me, Mom. I'm begging you please And if I have to, I'll get down on both knees. The pain's not going to just go away. It'll keep going day after day. Alright, that's enough! Put the bottle down. Open up your hand and let it fall to the ground. Please Mom! Please! I can't take it anymore. What do you keep doing this to yourself for? Am I suppose to sit back and watch you self destruct? I know how it feels. Damn it! My life completely sucks! I'm wondering what I've been hit with and why I didn't feel it when it struck? I don't want the pain of not having you in my life All because your husband thinks it's okay to beat his wife. Did you forget he hits me too? No, I forgot. You only think about you. Well damn it, Mom, wake up and notice me. I'm your son...don't you know it's me? The only one who's been by your side, ready to jump in and battle the tide. I'd do anything for you mom. I'd give you my last breath. But please, don't make me watch myself lose the only think I've got left. |