For Samantha

Tears run down a tattered face
Through valleys cut with love's disgrace
Self pity, self doubt, truth be told
She'll be alone as she grows old

Pop a pill washed down with gin
Drag yourself back up again
Dial the phone, hear it ring
No one knows a god damn thing

A tired voice comes on the line
"Hello dear it's been some time"
Scream out the rage held within
Throw it at her next of kin

This time, though, instead of tears
Instead of hurt or childhood fears
That tired voice says soft and low
"Goodbye Mom, I've let you go"