drink and cut

drink and cut

A Poem by xJackie Mariex

... my mother was an alcoholic and i was a cutter...

To this day,
no matter whats happening when she does it,
she still does it.
With all the drinking and yelling and throwing,
then she'll pass out,
wake up, 
and look for more. 
Picking up after her,
her messes when she throws.
And getting stabbed 
By glass or whatever was thrown,
That’s what hurts the most.
That’s why the scars are where they are.
They tell a story,
even the littlest nick says something.
That’s how life is 
when you drink and have a child who cuts 

© 2010 xJackie Mariex

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Added on January 12, 2010
Last Updated on January 12, 2010


xJackie Mariex
xJackie Mariex

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