Caulfield Cult Burden
I appreciate the absence of chains around my feet
And I'm thankful for the open door and a chance to
breathe.
But we're measured by this distance within these four
walls
And we're reduced by this screaming and the slamming of
doors.
This distance is too far for our hands to reach
And these bruises are too blue and these cuts are too
deep.
I know how it is raising a f..cked up kid like me.
You don't have to bear this burden alone
And for the last nineteen years, I'm sorry.
Father, I don't blame you for drowning with the bottle.
Father, I understand and I am soon to follow.