Losing everything

Scar Tissue

It was a cold blissful winter night, she was inhaling toxic substances to feel at ease but that never seemed to work. She loved the night breeze on her face, closing her eyes knowing her days were lonely but her nights were even lonelier. she's just the type of girl to be loved by someone.

Her little self always knew she would find someone that would love her the way her parents loved one another. as each birthday came up and she kept getting older by the days her wishes and dreams where slowly not wishful anymore. her generation doesn't want what she is looking for. if she's lucky and finds someone that does they turn around and tell her they don't want anything then leave her making her think was she really the problem.

Times like this she wishes her father was to here with her, but that's still some wishful thinking. the only time she can see him again is when she closes her eyes and yet she never really speaks to him about what's bothering her but more how much she misses him and wishes he was still here.  she always cries when she sees him again, as he always gave her the best advice as well as her mother but he was also her best friend.