It's 4 am and I'm playing poker with my dad, Olivia, and mike.
My dad really does care.
I cried
We hugged
He wants to understand me
Too bad I can't even understand myself.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoezjaThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
