You chose the day I left. The yelling the screaming. My breaking point was then. The four years have now gone down the drain. All the time I picked up the pieces and you have dropped them. Doing the best I could still make me feel not kay. Not worth the time. I was not worth space. The time I spent meant nothing. I was trying 4 years on trying to save you. In the end, a bottle was your daughter and I was not. The bottle had taken care of you better then I did. It kept you numb. but kept me broken. I was then nothing but another person you did not know didn't want to know. I am sorry I could not save you. I am sorry I should have tried harder. Harder for you to see my help. But you have chosen the daughter bottle. Thank you for making it clear.
