Little Callie Dearest
Blood drips down from the ceiling into my eyes
Little Callie dear listened to her mommy lie
The extreme specifics are lost on anyone who listens
My life and love are both just a case of repetition
3 years of laws burning into my skin
I’ve been told the falling out is just like giving in
Ritalin rushes through my constricted blood veins
Makes the sleep go away and replaces it with pains
Callie, my child, crawl out of the blood
Close the door to the room to contain the flood
Your mommy, she lies, she swims in her drinks
I can’t help you much, because I can hardly think
The world will all blur and fade out and away
Or sharpen, and stick you, and sign your last day
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a friend/acquaintance(HIS name is not callie, btw)'s parent's were heavy alcoholics, and i was emotionally incapable of helping him in any way.
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