The day I saw my daddy break down
and toss away his heart into the sea.
That was day I realized those who are hurt,
are the once who do the hurting.
I could not ask for bedtime stories,
or a simple kiss goodnight.
They were lost upon me.
And dreams could not shine anymore brightly.
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?