I scroll through Instagram and Facebook and there's even stuff on snapchat of all these people that are so happy and celebrating their dads and it's not fair. Because all I have is pictures to stare at and wish he was here but no matter how much I stare and scream and beg God... He's not gonna come back. No matter how much I miss how. How much I need him. How much I want him he's gona. And I'm never gonna be able to accept that. And it's 9:30 at night in summer and I should be out with friends but I'm not because I'm too sad so I'm just laying here in bed curled in a ball crying so hard I can't breathe writing this stupid ******* paragraph because he's never coming back... And I can't cope with that...

Just pack up all your feelings, emotions and memories in boxes and hand them out to strangers because it's better than giving them to him

Each one of us writes an autobiography
Pages composed with anecdotes and memories
Pen dipped in the ink from our soul

For every girl who was a "*****"
    because she said no to a boy;
For every girl who was a "****"
    because she said yes.

For every girl who was "asking for it"
    because she wore a short skirt;
For every girl who was a "*****"
    because she wore a long one.

For every girl who was a "challenge"
    because she liked other girls;
For every girl who was "easy"
    because she liked both.

For every girl who was "fat"
    because she had dessert;
For every girl who was "anorexic"
    because she didn't.

For every girl who was "insecure"
    because she wore make-up;
For every girl who was "ugly"
    because she didn't.

For every girl who smiled
    because she thought she was pretty;
For every girl who cried
    because she was told she wasn't:  

Here’s to you.

I am taken at night
In the twilight hours before I sleep.
A breath of death
Whispering to me what I dare not hear.

I am an empty shell;
My personality is a mask over nothingness
Cracks everywhere;
And I left hoping that they do not show.

I could have done better--
Things could have gone my way
Had I only tried harder--
Instead of taking the easy way out.

I haven't done anything but deceive:
Even what is real is actually fake.
Empty accomplishments
Built on a bed of lies.

Each of these things and more I am told
My mind reeling with despair.
In the morning these thoughts will be gone.
Their effects will remain.