Stumble up the front steps,
Slam the screen door open,
Turn on all the lights,
Murmur senseless words,
Then yell them.
Do everything I hate.
Blame me for your problems,
Never spend time with your family,
Throw away everything you worked for.
Ignore me when I scream,
And then when I cry.
You did all this.
And I will never forgive whiskey.
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What I Know to be True
PoetryA collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.
