Writing to relieve this void,
But you're the cancer,
You're more than a void,
The heart break,
The three am screaming into a pillow,
The sobbing that racks my body,
Your abandonment has consumed me,
My words were suppose to make it better, but they're all jumbled broken pieces of 26 letters shoved and combined, into what was suppose to be a goodbye, but dad I made a shrine, out of this nothingness, I wish you would've been a part of my life.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Writing to relieve this void,
But you're the cancer,
You're more than a void,
The heart break,
The three am screaming into a pillow,
The sobbing that racks my body,
Your abandonment has consumed me,
My words were suppose to make it better, but they're all jumbled broken pieces of 26 letters shoved and combined, into what was suppose to be a goodbye, but dad I made a shrine, out of this nothingness, I wish you would've been a part of my life.
I fail at not caring
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