i feel like hes still alive, you know. but he isnt.
I feel so weak.
I need help, but like my boy used to say.
'i dont want it.'
and he sure didnt.
He didnt want it.
But what if he did, and i was just an awful father to my boy, and i didnt do what i should have?
maybe if i made him go, then maybe he would have found the help he needed and got out of the rat hole i didnt even know he was in.
Im such a poor excuse for a parent.
A father.
A father to my little boy.
i failed.

YOU ARE READING
him her
Fiksi Remaja'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)