Please Stop, Mom:

I smell the whiskey on your breath.
And you beg for me to put your temper to the test.
You slap me around, and call me names.
Mom, I'm sick of playing these games.

One day it's going to end up getting worse.
It hurts me. How you yell and curse.
Stop it, before it's too late.
Mom, this is not your fate.

You used to care.
You used to be there.
Now you've gone away.
Mom, please stop today.

Bruises and hits.
Temperamental fits.
All is causing me pain.
Mom, stop yelling. I'm not to blame.

You're drinking away what’s left of you.
It's hurting me, and you're hurting me, too.
I've cried. I've begged. What more can I do?
Mom, I've tried to help. And I've tried too still love you.

It's hard, when I'm only neglected.
When all I ever wanted was to be accepted.
I know I'm not perfect, but look at you now.
Mom, you've got to stop this somehow.

You've beaten me down once more.
My heart's broken, and I'm lying on the floor.
How much more of this can I take?
Mom, please. Give me a break.

You brought me into this life.
And you cause me all this strife.
But are you going to take me out of this world, too?
Mom, stop before that comes true.

Please Stop, Mom. by Kayla S. Birdno - Family Friend Poems