This word.
Dad.
It's supposed to have a warm feeling attached to it.
Like a caring feeling.
One the builds in your chest and makes you feel loved.
One that gives you good thoughts and wishes for the best in your life.
One that could lift your spirits when you are feeling down.
It's supposed to feel like this...
All warm and fuzzy.
But it doesn't.
It's cold.
And bitter.
Like I submerged my upper body into nearly frozen water and allowed it to frost over.
It hurt.
This feeling that I had.
The one associated with the simple word,
Dad.
It hurt.
So badly.
Tears streamed down.
Staining my once dry cheeks with a cold, salty filth.
Draining any energy from me.
Tearing apart my mind.
Breaking my soul.
Molding who I would become.
YOU ARE READING
Just make it stop
Non-FictionA bit of a personal thing. I don't know if I'll finish this since it brings back painful memories, but I'll wrote what I can.
