I sit at home
So lonely,
No-one there but me,
The house is dark I’m frightened
There is no electricity.
Mum has not paid the bill
I wish my mum was here
I can’t stop these rolling tears,
All I can see is an empty bottle
On the table in front of me.
The clock strikes twelve
She must have lost track,
Because mum is not back.
Once again
Mum’s hitting the Gin.
It’s not fair life like this
Because I’m only six.
My father left some time ago
Because he didn’t wont to know,
I can’t really blame him
He tried but couldn’t stop mum from drinking,
So I’m home alone once again
Living the pain and loneliness.
Thomas Sims
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