Dear Mama, I'm Young, Dumb, and Damaged

Help, Mom, I've fallen, and I can't reach my pistol,

I've broken every rope and eaten poison in fistfuls.

I thought that I'd ring you, just to say hi,

With a Ouija board I got from that thrift store you liked.

So how's life up in limbo, does Calypso play all the time?

If you screamed, could I hear you? Instead of just in my mind?

Sometimes I feel like you're near me, it's then that I love myself most.

But I should've held that feeling more dearly, cause it too faded on like a ghost.

You taught me very well how to treat women, and warned me early on just how it would be,

And though every rule may have its exception, still they're all basic bitches to me.

You taught me instead of screaming and crying, to pick up a pen and just bleed,

Rivers of ink flowing feelings, and hearts flooded with the blackest of needs.

And though the grave, so lowly, separates us, I've still not let loose of your hands,

Cause in a world that seemingly hates us, you're still the only one who understands.

                                      Love,
                                      Kissyfur