Threw a child's eyes.

Drinking is all fun and games until it becomes your path to destruction. At first it's not an addiction it's just something cold to wash down the day and to settle for the night, no ones hurt until you start to crave more, more and more. More drinks come by as the weeks go past you stagger to bed laying next to your soon to be wife life seems to be alright. 

Drinking is all fun and games until it becomes your path to destruction. One day your beautiful daughter is born being new to parenting can be tough a few cold ones to help settle the nerves is fine, until one night you start to use to cover your abuse. Fights worsen and bruises appear but all you can think about is another beer you start to lose yourself followed by your soon to be wife she threatens to leave you pull out a knife you slit your wrist but you don't die, a step daughter is basically forced to lie. 

Drinking is all fun and games until it becomes your path to destruction. Your addiction takes over things have gotten worse, you find out your soon to be wife is pregnant again, it's son mum can't wait to tell you you've won. You've got a little boy to keep the family name going but things go down hill, mums holding onto faith but it's to late your way to far into this alcoholic state. 

Drinking is all fun and games until it becomes your path destruction. The violence hasn't stopped you create more, I pull out a knife but take a step more then what you ever have. I nearly ended your life and nearly landed mine in a cell, mum takes out a phone and calls to tell. Looks of shame and worry I cop while I sit in a corner and sob sorry wasn't even an emotion that day it was far more then that and that is a cold hard fact. 

Drinking is all fun and games until it becomes your path to destruction. I leave with hopes of never coming back and thats when you decide to attack, mums alone and scared. The more you drink the worse your thoughts, those blue eyes my mother had so much trust in turned to black and well I'll just leave it at that.

Drinking is all fun and games until it becomes your path to destruction. The night the red and blue lights covered my old street and the smell of smoke it was so bad it nearly made me choke, my thoughts were raced and my body couldn't bare to stop the shakes. Anger filled my body that night and stress became to overwhelm me. My mother couldn't bare to cry to only wonder why? My siblings were confused and scared and you just went home to go to bed. 

Drinking is all fun and games until it becomes your path to destruction. Your locked away from the public eye but still all my mother can think is why? Your lonely and scared and seem to think no one has really cared that is somewhat true no one has really had a thought about you, my mum, your kids and myself are the victims here but let's be honest all you can think about is beer. 

Drinking is all fun and games until it becomes your path to destruction. My mother is no longer the same it's almost like she has gone insane her laugh, her smile, even her eyes hold lies that she can barely survive. Since the first of December all my brother can remember is the crowds, the crowd that surround his family when mum escaped. maybe that is why he howls whenever he is around big crowds. My sister is okay but not the same it's almost like she wears around a ball and chain filled with sadness, anxiety and fear