The "Freeola Customer Forum" forum, which includes Retro Game Reviews, has been archived and is now read-only. You cannot post here or create a new thread or review on this forum.
Are you happy now? You made him cry? Sad thing is, you know why.
Look at him. Crying upstairs, and I bet you do know what about? He lies there alone and you don't bother to go to see how he is. He is trying to understand how one of the figures he was loved grew so narrow and bleak. He is trying to wonder how to get out of that bed again. He is trying to love again.
You 'are' doing it for yourself aren't you? You said you didn't love him.
You said you had never been proud. How about you just go upstairs and finish him now? That would make you feel better. Wouldn't it? Another less mouth to feed. Another less pain in the side.
When you fell over he cried for you. When you drank another glass he cried for you. Sad thing is, you aren't ever going to cry for him again.
There you go again, he thinks. Direct path to the poison. Fill your glass up and drink the content. You change quickly and not notice it yourself. Its killing them and you say its helping you?
Your not yourself. He says over and over, he prays you will go and help him as you used to do. Yet he knows he can only ever remember what you have done, not what you can and used to do.
Why do you stand behind her man? You have done since it began. You are scared to leave her, because you know she will end herself. You once said to that boy crying you should live your own life. Why aren't you?
He has stopped crying now. Its near 3.00am. He is sound asleep to you. He is living now, in his dreams. He finds it hard to get to sleep you know, because he hates having to wake up.
He awakes into his nightmare.
'Mum?', 'Dad?'
Its nearly gone, the glass is too dirty to clean. You have a couple more chances I guess to salvage something.
Why didn't you go help Joby?
Look at him. Crying upstairs, and I bet you do know what about? He lies there alone and you don't bother to go to see how he is. He is trying to understand how one of the figures he was loved grew so narrow and bleak. He is trying to wonder how to get out of that bed again. He is trying to love again.
You 'are' doing it for yourself aren't you? You said you didn't love him.
You said you had never been proud. How about you just go upstairs and finish him now? That would make you feel better. Wouldn't it? Another less mouth to feed. Another less pain in the side.
When you fell over he cried for you. When you drank another glass he cried for you. Sad thing is, you aren't ever going to cry for him again.
There you go again, he thinks. Direct path to the poison. Fill your glass up and drink the content. You change quickly and not notice it yourself. Its killing them and you say its helping you?
Your not yourself. He says over and over, he prays you will go and help him as you used to do. Yet he knows he can only ever remember what you have done, not what you can and used to do.
Why do you stand behind her man? You have done since it began. You are scared to leave her, because you know she will end herself. You once said to that boy crying you should live your own life. Why aren't you?
He has stopped crying now. Its near 3.00am. He is sound asleep to you. He is living now, in his dreams. He finds it hard to get to sleep you know, because he hates having to wake up.
He awakes into his nightmare.
'Mum?', 'Dad?'
Its nearly gone, the glass is too dirty to clean. You have a couple more chances I guess to salvage something.
Why didn't you go help Joby?
allardini wrote:
> The stuff I've read by you recently, er-no, really is amazing.
That makes joining and writing my emotions on this forum so worth it.
Thank you so much, it means a hell of a lot.
*smiles, a rare smile.
> The stuff I've read by you recently, er-no, really is amazing.
That makes joining and writing my emotions on this forum so worth it.
Thank you so much, it means a hell of a lot.
*smiles, a rare smile.
The stuff I've read by you recently, er-no, really is amazing.
Very poignant stuff there again er-no. I'm reasonably new here but reading a few of your posts it seems like your mum has the same problem my missus had.
I went through years of hell with her and I can relate to what you are going through. It ain't easy.
She has been dry for 2 years now and life is now great here, at last.
There is always hope and there is life for anyone who wants it's enough when they get to the bottom of the last bottle.
I went through years of hell with her and I can relate to what you are going through. It ain't easy.
She has been dry for 2 years now and life is now great here, at last.
There is always hope and there is life for anyone who wants it's enough when they get to the bottom of the last bottle.
Dringo wrote:
> Speechless.
Thats not a good thing. :(
> Speechless.
Thats not a good thing. :(
Speechless.
Respect...that's the one thought which comes into my mind reading this. For you to have the ability to type something so emotionally stimulating deserves huge credit. Why not write a book? You're good enough.
Great stuff though, I'm just sorry my post couldn't be any more respectful to this, it's just so hard to know what to type when you read something like that.
Great stuff though, I'm just sorry my post couldn't be any more respectful to this, it's just so hard to know what to type when you read something like that.
I don't know what to say. My minds a bit of a mess at the moment.
Keep writing.
Keep writing.
once more I read it, and once more I appreciated it.
I think my reply in the other thread is applicable.
As I said there, good luck man.
I think my reply in the other thread is applicable.
As I said there, good luck man.
Are you happy now? You made him cry? Sad thing is, you know why.
Look at him. Crying upstairs, and I bet you do know what about? He lies there alone and you don't bother to go to see how he is. He is trying to understand how one of the figures he was loved grew so narrow and bleak. He is trying to wonder how to get out of that bed again. He is trying to love again.
You 'are' doing it for yourself aren't you? You said you didn't love him.
You said you had never been proud. How about you just go upstairs and finish him now? That would make you feel better. Wouldn't it? Another less mouth to feed. Another less pain in the side.
When you fell over he cried for you. When you drank another glass he cried for you. Sad thing is, you aren't ever going to cry for him again.
There you go again, he thinks. Direct path to the poison. Fill your glass up and drink the content. You change quickly and not notice it yourself. Its killing them and you say its helping you?
Your not yourself. He says over and over, he prays you will go and help him as you used to do. Yet he knows he can only ever remember what you have done, not what you can and used to do.
Why do you stand behind her man? You have done since it began. You are scared to leave her, because you know she will end herself. You once said to that boy crying you should live your own life. Why aren't you?
He has stopped crying now. Its near 3.00am. He is sound asleep to you. He is living now, in his dreams. He finds it hard to get to sleep you know, because he hates having to wake up.
He awakes into his nightmare.
'Mum?', 'Dad?'
Its nearly gone, the glass is too dirty to clean. You have a couple more chances I guess to salvage something.
Why didn't you go help Joby?
Look at him. Crying upstairs, and I bet you do know what about? He lies there alone and you don't bother to go to see how he is. He is trying to understand how one of the figures he was loved grew so narrow and bleak. He is trying to wonder how to get out of that bed again. He is trying to love again.
You 'are' doing it for yourself aren't you? You said you didn't love him.
You said you had never been proud. How about you just go upstairs and finish him now? That would make you feel better. Wouldn't it? Another less mouth to feed. Another less pain in the side.
When you fell over he cried for you. When you drank another glass he cried for you. Sad thing is, you aren't ever going to cry for him again.
There you go again, he thinks. Direct path to the poison. Fill your glass up and drink the content. You change quickly and not notice it yourself. Its killing them and you say its helping you?
Your not yourself. He says over and over, he prays you will go and help him as you used to do. Yet he knows he can only ever remember what you have done, not what you can and used to do.
Why do you stand behind her man? You have done since it began. You are scared to leave her, because you know she will end herself. You once said to that boy crying you should live your own life. Why aren't you?
He has stopped crying now. Its near 3.00am. He is sound asleep to you. He is living now, in his dreams. He finds it hard to get to sleep you know, because he hates having to wake up.
He awakes into his nightmare.
'Mum?', 'Dad?'
Its nearly gone, the glass is too dirty to clean. You have a couple more chances I guess to salvage something.
Why didn't you go help Joby?