Dying Slowly

This poem is about an alcoholic father.

"Dying Slowly"

Part of me can't see,
what you do to yourself.
I don't want it to be,
that my dad needs help.

Now i must face what i've always known,
the problem is here and it's killing you slow.
You ask for just one drink, then just two,
you don't even realize what you do.
What you don't see, what you don't know,
with alcohol here you'll always have to go,
You'll never truly be here cause your dying slow!




In Loving Memory of
Andie