Flip the Switch (Work in Progress)

I am seventeen years old.

       Today is my birthday.

              Ten years ago to the day, my mother died.

       I have been living with my father ever since.

He never even told me how she died.

       I don't really want to know.

              Even if I did, he is never sober enough to tell me.

       I don't even remember what he looks like sober.

I don't know who my father is anymore.

       I don't think he knows me very well either.

              That's okay though.

       Today it will all be over.

Tomorrow he won't ever have to see me again.