Child Turned Mother

Cry child, oh child cry, cry, cry,
but you are no child, just an ugly adult
leaning on her child who is now the mother
while you, her child. Endless nights you spend,
wasted, high, and depressed while she
cleans up after mess after mess.

 

You don’t see the innocence has gone,
as a child’s body holds an adult.
Endless nights she spends
crying tears never shown onto
her favorite pillow, her only friend
while you spew up mess after mess.

 

A heart can only hold so pain until
it threatens to implode. Hers threatens
to turn to stone if you don’t care to try to stop.
Stress marks her young skin as her fingers
linger by untouched pills and liquor.

 

You don’t want her to make your mistakes,
but your driving her down that dirty path.
Now child’s eyes glimmer no more
while she sits in the dark corner
with you shaking in her warming arms.
Cry child, oh child cry, cry, cry.