Down. Im fallng. Into this hole. With no where to go. Into the dark im falling. Even tho I can't stand you im still calling. On you. To be here. To be your tears. That rolls down your cheek. Cus im so weak. I can't do this on my own. So I pick up the phone. Just to hear your voice. So much comfort in it. Yet, I can still hear. Her. Tearing us apart. Everyday. I have even more to say. To be continued is what some might say. But im gonna say it all today. Im still your little girl. Always will be. It's just that you hurt me. And you don't even see. Thinking to yourself maybe if I make her feel bad she will come home. I dont think I will. Cus I was there. I've lived in it. That home's nothing but a Disaster.
Reason for writing:
To my dad who finally called me.Just to make me feel bad about not goin 2 c him or callin him.You might think thats wrong but you dont kno y I dont talk r c my dad.He abused me.Any questions?
Birth sign: Taurus
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