Dad was in the living room crying.
It was the anniversary
of when mom left.
He seemed sober,
he's been sober for a long time.
And as tears streamed down his face,
I noticed he was looking
through some photo albums.
When dad glanced at me though,
he looked so broken
so empty.
I couldn't handle it.
I couldn't do this anymore.
I ran out the house
and into the busy streets of Chicago.
Dad yelled my name
but I ignored him.
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'll be fine.
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PoetryI'm fine I'm fine I'll be fine. | A story told through verse. WARNING: Because of the themes I introduce in this book (eating disorders, strong language, and self harm), Wattpad has rated this story mature. HOWEVER, I personally recommen...
