Cry Baby and Blurryface

They Call Me Cry Baby

The woman who birthed me will never be my mom. The man who helped create me will never be my dad. Don't even get me started on the one they call my brother. Just the thought of them make me want to cry. That's all I do is cry. That's why they call me Cry Baby. But if your mother was a drunk, your dad a man-whore and your brother a drug addict, I doubt you'd be happy. I doubt you'd be sane.

I know I seem so young but I have enough issues to last a lifetime. My only escape is Johnny. Johnny is the love of my life and he makes me happy. I swear without him I would have gone mad. So you could expect that when I saw him with another girl I was pissed.

"Johnny! How could you!? I love you." I cry as he enters our house. He chuckles and slams our bedroom door. "If you won't give me what I want, I'll find a girl who will." He says moving closer to me with every word. I scoot back until I touch the headboard. "Johnny please, I'll give you anything just don't hurt me again." I say squeezing my eyes shut. At this point I'm shaking with fear. You would think after about a year
of this I would be used to his abuse, but I'm not. "Oh hush bunny, I don't want anything of your's. In fact, I'm leaving you." Johnny says opening the closet door and taking his things out.

"W-what do you mean?" I ask somewhat glad that he will be gone but sad at the same time. "I'm leaving, I've found a better toy. She gives me what I want, when I want it." And with that he left. I sat on my bed and silently cried. I mixture of happy and sad tears roll down my cheek. "I'm all alone." I whisper before crying myself to sleep.