Crybaby

you seem to replace
your brain with your heart.

// cry baby //

"Useless!"

"Whore!"

"What a disappointment!"

It's not every day that you hear these sentences bounce around the walls of your picture perfect home. But for me, it is.

I'm such a disappointment just like my father, my mother says as she takes a swig from her wine bottle. My father slaps me and reminds me constantly of how I am such a hoe while he texts another slut and never leaves the house.

It was another one of those nights. Mom shoves me in my room right before she gets into a heated argument with Dad. He leaves the house and Mom goes back to the kitchen, opening a bottle of vodka and turning on the TV.

And my brother? I don't even know. He's either out of the house or locked in his room. Yes, what a perfect family.

So I'm left with nothing to do but stay inside the house. Inside my room, where I talk to my toys as if they were real.

"Mom's gonna get drunk again," I sighed, sewing a hole that opened up on my teddy bear. Something wet rolled down my cheek.

I was crying.

And I couldn't stop. Once I started, the tears were endless. No wonder my name was Cry Baby.