beer and blood

[writtensoul]

drunken lies,
alcoholic arguments,
blurred reality,
shattered glass.

bloody insults,
painful bruises
lined with beerstains,
because they
won'twashoff.

wobbly guidance,
smoky parental units
drunk. on the floor.

close my eyes,
tears come down,
broken milller lites
and families line
the kitchen floor.

i'm crying for you, angelina.
( she's only 5 )
what am i supposed to tell her?