Thank you mom, for making life hell

I lay awake at night
Listening to her yell
Listing to her trash the house
Id rather be in hell

She keeps everyone up
She stays up all night
She always hurts everyone
She just loves fight

I know its not really her
Its not really my mother
She is fine during the day
But at night she drinks, and turns into another

She starts to slur her words
She stumbles down the stairs
Her eyes are glassy
Every drink, her heart tears

Its as if she has a split personality
Its Dr Jekyll and Mr hide
Shes the reason I've hurt the way I hurt
And the reason I've cried the way I cried

She does not want to be this way
Many times shes tried to stop
But she always ends up starting
We know the fuking name of every cop

They all know us
Oh that’s the Weber’s again
Go call for back up
We’ll need some more men

She hits everyone
She doesn’t care about the scars she makes
She doesn’t care about herself
Or who's heart she breaks…

by josh