Thank you Shaun,
for the pictures and flowers.
Thank you Lily,
for the ray of sunlight.
Thank you Bry,
for psychopathic measure.
Thank you D,
for the feeling of good pleasure.
Thank you Tay,
for tea and bears.
Thank you Meg,
for Sherlock and apples.
Thank you Zee,
for robots and twins.
Thank you Carrie,
for fangirling and friendship.
Thank you Liam,
for support and superheroes.
Thank you Paul,
for understanding and ingenious.
Thank you Ceryen,
for fake names and shared tears.
Thank you Chiara,
for Italian cheese and fanfics.
Thank you Rod,
for fish and evil.
Thank you Lia,
for kitties and souls.
Thank you Stephen,
for gravestones and vegetables.
Thank you Christine,
for mercurial and poetical love.
Thank you Caitlin,
for product design and Poundland.
Thank you Jordan,
for weddings and Brenda.
Thank you Conaill,
for DT and Courbet.
Thank you Brendan,
for axes and aunts.
Thank you Tom,
for form time and Brittany.
Thank you George,
for philosophies and pigeons.
Thank you Morgan,
for video games and hearing.
Thank you Alice,
for Pokemon and tumblr.
Thank you Aliyah,
for hearing aids and help.
Thank you all,
for reading and listening.
Thank you, me,
for absolutely nothing.

You left me
And it's not like I care
Cause I don't
I just wish
You hadn't
I don't want you to come back
But I don't want you to have left
You should have been there
Why weren't you?
Did you love me?
No
If you had
You wouldn't have gone
But you at least stayed two years
Did you love me
For those two years?
If you came back
I'd hate you
But if you'd stayed
I'd love you
You shouldn't have left
Because now
You've lost your chance
To ever be loved by me again
All those years
Not knowing
Why you left
Then the moment
I realised
I wasn't worth it
I'll never forgive
Never forgive
Never
Forgive
The wound is old now
But it still hurts
When I see your name
Where it doesn't deserve to be
On my birth certificate

It was all so sudden;

That he carried such heavy burdens;

And nobody knew how grave they were;

Until he passed away;

He left them in his will, you see,

For the whole family tree;

A house, his money, and love;

That's what he left for thee.

Not everybody understands;

But then, what does anyone,

Understand,

About

Her father's death?

No Spoken Words are needed,
A cup of tea, pen to paper,
finger to keyboard,
I start to write, and words in forms,
That only the reader may understand,
Ever read, ever listen,
To the world that is being whispered into their ear,
May the words being written, produce a whole new world,
And open eyes to the world of unspoken words.