Five
years young
When you left
the first time
Seven
years young
When you came back
but not for long
Thirteen
years young
When you broke my heart
But it was just the beginning
Sixteen
years young
A book for my birthday
a thriller
I hate thrillers
But how should you know
Eighteen
years young
A card for my birthday
Just one request
A picture of me
So you can see your daughter's face
Twentyone
years young
One Call
Twentyone
years young
You died
Twentyone
years young
I buried you
Twentyone
years young
Just one request
A picture of you
Twentyone
years young
Time stopped
Twentyone
years young
You were young
and so am I
Why did you die
Why didn't I
Twentyone
years young
Where should I put them
all these words
all these feelings
meant for you
Twentytwo
years young
nothing matters
Twentytwo
years young
Auntie died
I bring both of you flowers
Twentythree
years young
Uncle died
I bring all three of you flowers
Twentyfour
years young
grandma died
I bring all of you flowers
Twentyfive
years old
not young anymore
I didn't bring flowers
only anger
Twentyfive
years old
I scream
I cry
But it doesn't change
You are dead
And so are they
And now
I am here
still
alone
more words
more feelings
and nowhere to put them
so next
take me
I can't bury anyone else
I miss you, Dad
Sincerely,
Your daughter.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
Five
years young
When you left
the first time
Seven
years young
When you came back
but not for long
Thirteen
years young
When you broke my heart
But it was just the beginning
Sixteen
years young
A book for my birthday
a thriller
I hate thrillers
But how should you know
Eighteen
years young
A card for my birthday
Just one request
A picture of me
So you can see your daughter's face
Twentyone
years young
One Call
Twentyone
years young
You died
Twentyone
years young
I buried you
Twentyone
years young
Just one request
A picture of you
Twentyone
years young
Time stopped
Twentyone
years young
You were young
and so am I
Why did you die
Why didn't I
Twentyone
years young
Where should I put them
all these words
all these feelings
meant for you
Twentytwo
years young
nothing matters
Twentytwo
years young
Auntie died
I bring both of you flowers
Twentythree
years young
Uncle died
I bring all three of you flowers
Twentyfour
years young
grandma died
I bring all of you flowers
Twentyfive
years old
not young anymore
I didn't bring flowers
only anger
Twentyfive
years old
I scream
I cry
But it doesn't change
You are dead
And so are they
And now
I am here
still
alone
more words
more feelings
and nowhere to put them
so next
take me
I can't bury anyone else
I miss you, Dad
Sincerely,
Your daughter.
