The story of Crybaby

Sippy Cup

"Blood still stains when the sheets are washed,
sex don't sleep when the lights are off,
kids are still depressed when you dress them up
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup."
Crybaby took a sip out of her sippy cup, but the taste of the syrup was too strong. She didn't know what was in her sippy cup, so she went to her mother to find out.
She watched as her mother took one of her sippy cups and drank what was in it, could it be what's in mother's flasks?

Father came home from "work" with a pink lipstick mark tattooed to his neck, mother saw it and she took another sip out of the sippy cup, and then went to the kitchen after father sat on the couch.
"Crybaby why don't you go up to your room?" He said.
Crybaby got up and walked to her room, and sat in her tears.

It was almost time for bed, but Crybaby didn't want to go to sleep until she got her sippy cup. She walked down the dark hallway to the stairs, all of a sudden she heard someone in the kitchen. She panicked and ran down the stairs and hid behind the couch.

It was her mother, and she was carrying a knife. What is she going to do with that knife?
Crybaby stood at the door as her mother stabbed her father and the Slut.
"Crybaby, why are you awake at this time?"
Crybaby started to cry, but mother gave her a sippy cup so she could forget about that night.
Mother thought that she could get away with it by washing the sheets, but the blood was still there, and so was Crybaby's memory of that night.