The loss of you hurts, an unimaginable amount.
I hold it in thinking if I don't acknowledge your death than my wounds don't exist.
I never knew you, or him... it is an odd feeling, grieving parents you never had.
Both of you gone has left me numb, I don't feeling anything.
Not knowing what you're feeling isn't the same as not feeling anything.... so many questions and thoughts I'll never get to share with you.
He was a bad man, he hurt you in a terrible way, you never had a chance with me as the outcome.
Events from almost 21 years ago changed 3 peoples lives for ever.
He was killed in prison, you died without raising me because of the disgust I reminded you of and I never even had a chance at a life with you.