How can a father not be involved in not only one of his blood child's lives but two... Like didn't all those memories ever come back and haunt you...I know that they do for me because every time I'm laying in my bed all those memories start flying through my head... My eyes start to burn with tears and my head starts to ache but mostly the pain is comming from my heart... I start questioning if you ever loved us...When I see fathers with their daughters/sons I wonder why you couldn't be like them...hah! When kids would describe their fathers as being Heros I would describe mine as being a coward... A coward for not being the father he should of been...Instead of loving his kids only god knows what he's doing...And when people would ask me about my dad I think to myself should I even be referring to you, you weren't there for me so you shouldn't even deserve that tittle...But actually I'm happy that I dealt with the
pain I went through because it just made me a stronger person that I am today... And thats the thing about pain it's demanded to be felt... You can only hold things in for so long before it breaks you apart...But that's the thing you either can choose to never pick the pieces back up and suffer the rest of your life or pick the pieces back up and keep moving forward knowing that your stronger this time so next time something happens it'll be harder to break apart.... (My life)
