I tried to act like everything was fine, even though I knew inside nothing was. Everything was crumbling down, things happened just because. It didn't matter what I did, every night was just the same. This is the only way I could express myself, when I starts to write, this just came. When he comes home at night, he has a drink in his chair. Only a few nights he'd fall asleep, I can't believe it started as just a dare. When he doesn't fall asleep, he gets up and throws everything around. He'll do anything for a drink now, he'll find any money there is to be found. There is only one thing he's done to me, he threw me down a flight of stairs. At the hospital I lied for him, but I don't think he even cares. Now it seems like all he does is drink, it's his whole life. Every time I see him, now he's got a beer, It's like stabbing me with a knife. All he's doing is killing himself, I love my dad, I really do. Why did he start drinking, if in the beggining he knew? He's in the hospital now, he needs a new liver. I went to see him last night, but all I could do was shiver. I went to his funeral today, I cried the whole day. I couldn't even look at his life-less body, there was nothing I could say. After his funeral, some friends took me to a bar, I got into an accident, and died in my father's car. I don't know why I drank that beer, I guess it was to get back at him, but now that I'm in heaven, everything looks so dim. I wish that I wouldn't have drank that day, it was exactly what he did. The only difference was, he had a kid. I watched him drink every night, I wonder if he thought I would start. He knew it was hurting me, it was ripping me apart. If you have a drinking problem, please don't let this happen again. You are probably hurting someone besides yourself, please don't end up like him.