when you emptied the contents of your stomach,
over and over again
when your pained and hurt moans filled the room;
no matter where i went, nor what i did i still heard you screaming
it was in that moment i realized i was making wishes that i know will never come true,
but one thought constantly remained:
it would be really nice if my dad was here,
here to take care of me,
instead of me taking care of others,
here to comfort me,
instead of me crying only when she wasn't looking,
or when she fell asleep,
to just be there when no one else was...
but he wasn't.
A/N: so some really bad shit went down, and i honestly don't know how it's going to get any better.
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