Title: Second to the Bottle
Disclaimer: I don't own SVU
a/n: I'm not much of a poet, but this idea was nagging at me for a while, and it just wasn't long enough to make into a story...so please be gentle!
I always tried to please you, Mom
I really did try
I got good grades,
Always did as you told me
And sometimes,
I acted as parent,
When you could not
Or chose not
Through all your drinking,
I was able to see
The pained woman inside
Just begging for help
And I cared for you,
I loved you
And tried to make sure
That no one ever hurt you
Mom, I tried,
I really did
But when I needed you,
You were never there
All you did was
Go deeper into that bottle
Mom, I tried,
I really did
But none of that mattered,
Did it?
Because I always came second,
Second to that bottle
That you clutched even closer
To your heart
Than your own flesh and blood
I graduated high school,
And you weren't there
I became a cop
But you never praised me
But now it's too late
It's too late for that now
Because you're gone,
And I'm still here
Craving that affection
That only a mother can give
Always wanting
Even just a "Good job."
But I'm stuck
I'll ever be craving
A mother who loves me
I'm sorry, Mom
That I didn't do enough for you
Enough for you to show me
How much you cared
At least, I hope you did
I'll never know
What you really thought of me
Every time I tried
To fix things,
You pushed me away
Because I always came second
Second to that bottle
That slowly but surely
Led you to your death
And that's all I'll ever be
Is second to the bottle.