Dad,
I sit alone on the cold white tiles trying to forget what just happened.
But I can't.
The words,
The hate,
The violence.
These marks you leave, not only physically, but mentally, too, I can't erase.
I can't forget.
YOU ARE READING
The Promises I Couldn't Keep #Wattys2015
RandomTo all the promises I made, and tried so hard to stay true to, but, in the end, they just became promises I couldn't keep.
