Blood shed by alcohol

Drops of blood.
They stain the carpet.
The carpet where you lay and cut.
Repainting the blade with a crimson red.
.............your dad walks in
He screams and yells
He calls you a freak
He slams the door and takes a drink
He comes home drunk and stoned
You push away and he wonders whats wrong
Not noticing the harm he's done.
Stumbling outside......he drinks more
He says it takes away the pain
And asks why you cut away
........you cant bring yourself to say
that his drinking is what brings the pain.

I hope you guys like that one.Its a true story.A story i hate to bring up.Ive been thinking of it lately.And i have no idea why.