suicide in a bottle
liquor by name
you try to be ever so subtle
but everything always ends in shame
maybe your addiction was meant to be
maybe you love your liquor more than me
to me it no longer matters
just die leave go far away
just dont stay
im not your wife im your child
towards me your emotions are too wild
here i sit crying
while you sit dying
slowly
sip by sip
and i think 'hurry up'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very meaningful but sad poem on the plight of an alcoholic's wife....