Fourteen years ago when I held you in my arms, it seemed surreal. So fragile you were and like a tiny doll. Only God knows how much I miss being able to pick you up and hug you tightly close to my heart whenever I feel depressed.
And yet I love you now all the more. You are so special to me and always shall be. Our family has shared so many joys and so much heartbreak through the swiftly passing years.
You are sunshine and daybreak and iridescent rainbow hues.
The baby has been replaced with a very special friend.
Happy Birthday Sweet Daughter!
Much Love,
From Your Mother
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
I hate you.
I hate you for hurting me in all of the ways that you have.
I hate you.
I hate you for leaving me when I needed you most.
I hate you.
I hate you for looking into my eyes and telling me lies.
I hate you.
I hate you for running when you should of stayed.
I hate you.
I hate you because you make me hate myself for loving you despite all that you have done.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
I ******* hate you.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC