I replaced you with my dad, yeah that might sound weird but he is one to listen. i talked to you as if you were my therapist but actually it was more than that. I opened up to you. I shared all my darkest thoughts and darkest moments. I know at times you were not a good listener but when i asked, you always would. here I am today, I feel like i've been talking to deaf ears for years. so now i'm just blank, i'm quiet, I just keep things to myself.  I never used to be this way, I was the loudest kid in the room. I was always the nicest too. one thing that hasnt changed is, my pain.  it still remains and it burdens me every step along the way. I ignore it like the hatchet in my side, sometimes it hurts, sometimes i bleed, sometimes i dont notice it. but its there. it hovers me like my own shadow, and it becomes overwhelming to breathe.
I'm a sensitive, passionate person. and my heart leaks when i need to speak. I share my thoughts with my dad, and sometimes it makes him sad. I go on for hours, its the only way to get the heartache out. I have issues, I have problems. but I have a past, and i've stopped running from all of it, I'm open into talking about it. I just wish someone would listen.