Mother

She was once put upon a pedestal high above anyone else, but alone she brought herself down. She changed and in my eyes so did her name so i gave this new woman a new title and that title is zoe. I call her zoe because zoe means life and when she put the bottle to her lips thats what it took away from her. Slowly the face that i loved so much faded and the smile became a confused drunken grin, my mother was gone. Yes, she came back every once and a while, but it was never the same. Slowly i stopped liking her though i loved her from my soul, but the way she treats and talks to me hurts to the soul. Her hugs no longer keep me warm, but instead suffocate me, and her kisses no longer make me smile, but make me sick. She told me that drinking was her choice, so basically she decided to hurt me. Over and over this occurs, she kicked me out and shattered my soul, so if the woman who gave birth to me doesn't love me why should anyone else........?