eight years, and
your dead figure still lingers in our dreams.
you left so soon.
this day is unbearable.
every year i force myself to believe i'm fine
but realise i haven't been
and i wonder if
i ever will be.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
eight years, and
your dead figure still lingers in our dreams.
you left so soon.
this day is unbearable.
every year i force myself to believe i'm fine
but realise i haven't been
and i wonder if
i ever will be.
letters to dad
