His problem

His
problem

He lies in the corner slumped up
against the wall I look at his face he doesn't see me at all.

He reached out for a bottle in a
state of anger and despair, hoping that at the bottom will hide his
unknown fate.

He knows that it's not easy to
admit his hateful love; he hates the way he feels at the bottom of
the bottle because the way it makes him feel isn't so suttle.

He watches his little girl
stumble and quiver as she watches her dad drink and quiver, he wants
to break a habit but the truth really hurts so instead he lays his
head down on his bed but she crawls up and says daddy I love you and
this you know but daddy you hurt me with the way you go you go in the
corner and we don't see you for weeks it's as if we never ever
speak daddy please stop for me and mum because what you are doing is
so wrong

3 months later and he is clean
and is no longer nasty drunk and mean now they live together happy as
can be all because his little girl could only see what it was doing
to her life now him and his daughter can live their life.

By Courtney wade