No One To Call My Own

 All alone i lie...

Lie to myself, Lie to you...

why does it matter?

why doesn't it matter?

My reflection doesn't even look back now...

so desperate for your love

my arms stretched out

a young girl crying to herself....

but heroin, stronger than love

a daughters love...

ripped you away

only siblings left

not old enough to care...

but I suppose the pool side motel beckons...

left to fend alone

left to my own tears...

night falls....

your nowhere to be found,

no one to be found....

only the little child that is dying inside

crying for her mom, all the while knowing no one will answer

only to grow up and wear your shoes...

shoes so uncomfortable, it's almost intolerable....

but not quite

different drugs, that may be true

but a child left alone... well that story repeats itself doesn't it...

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[_////---Elektrik Phanto..]

i can deeply relate-but of course you know that...i blame my parents for everything and most likely will continue blaming them to my grave. yet, sometimes a mother needs help too. and who was there when she needed help pulling away from the fuuked up life she had going on? the fuuked up life that pulled her away from the ones she holds dearest? who was there...? nobody. but i do hear your tears. and i do feel your cries. the pain of circumstances are what brings us all to our knees and sometimes even leave them scabbed for life. your writings are so beautiful and possess a original and subtle rhythmic flow. more please :)

[NotYourChinaDoll]

Great work. I especially love your line "My reflection doesn't even look back now". Very heart rending.