How can I hate my dad for not understanding my mental health when it wasn't a thing during his time. That when he was a kid he was told to deal with it. How can I blame him when I talk about killing myself and he tells me to do it not because he actually, wants me to do it but because he can't handle the fact that I want to. He can't handle the fact that his little girl doesn't want to be alive anymore. He can't handle that he can't lose me he doesn't want to lose me so instead he projects his anger on me. But how can I hate him for that when he was never taught to actually, communicate but instead as a boy to bottle up his emotions that men don't cry that men don't talk about their feelings. How can I hate him for saying that when he doesn't know how to communicate how he actually feels. He doesn't know how to tell me how heartbroken that makes him feel. That when his little girl talks about taking her life a piece of his soul chips away each time.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
