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why do you always have to get drunk?
today has already been so bad...
so bad,
and you're drunk when i get home
and start to yell.
what did i ever do to you?
why are you so obsessed with power
that you have to break me down
piece by piece
slurred word by slurred word
all because you want to seem bigger than me.
YOU'RE ALREADY BIGGER THAN ME!
STOP PUSHING ME DOWN WHEN I'M ALREADY FUCKING SIX FEET UNDER
I'M ALREADY BURIED AND YOU'RE JUST SCOOPING MORE AND MORE DIRT ON ME.
you know how bad i hate it
yet you still do it.
you still fucking do it.
will i have to kill myself for you to understand how much it affects me?
you're so fucking mean to me when you're intoxicated.
please stop.
i can't take anymore.
i already can't breathe,
don't put more dirt in my mouth.
YOU ARE READING
the beekeeper.
PoetryVent Poetry Warning: Strong language Trigger warnings: Schizophrenia Self Harm Abuse (physical, verbal, and sexual) Gore
