I walk into my house and of course my mother is passed out on the couch with a bottle of liquor in one of her hands. Now let me you tell you about my mother. She always gave us the love that we needed but that all went to shit when my father got tired and started sleeping with a slut. Ever since then she hasn't been the same and why wouldn't she? Her man the one she married had my brother and I. My dad always pissed me off for hurting my mom I wanted to see him suffer like my mom did but he was hardly home.
I walk into the kitchen where my dad usually reads his daily newspaper but all I saw on the kitchen table was the news paper and his glasses. I looked into the garage since the kitchen side door led into it and of course the car is gone, I go to my mom and tell her to wake up, dad is with a slut again.
She looks at me and tells me that she doesn't give a shit anymore that the slut can have him. She was lying I knew she cared for him, she just didn't want to let go of him I can see the pain in her eyes but I couldn't bare to see her like that so I left up to my room to write my music.
As I make my way into my room I get a strong oder of cannabis I make my way to where the stench is coming from and open the door and see my brother smoking. I close the door and make my way into my room, lock the door and begin my writing. Just because we look like a that we have a great family, doesn't mean that we are perfect.
-Crybaby, 2016
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They Call Me Crybaby
AbenteuerHello, My name is Crybaby and I'm going to tell you my twisted story so be prepared for what is to come. -Love, Crybaby Illustrations done by Chloe Tersigni Story written by Melanie Martinez
