She's three today.
You're sitting in a concrete tomb.
Should haves, could haves and I wills won't replace time. She's three and she loves her mom.
And you're gone.
"I love you all heart daddy." Or " I wanna nuggle you daddy." When the needle hit, was it those words that pierced your viens?
Maybe the images of her and baby brother, like when you used to read them books and take baths with them. Are those the images you were trying to burn when the flame hit that tinfoil?
How about that smile?  That precious ****** smile that stretched from ear to ear when you occasionally walked through the door. Is that what pushed you to abandon your life for that *****?
What about your girl? Was it her caring too much? Loving too much? Her having your back after you would constantly **** her over? Was everything just too good for you?
I hope the worth adds up. And I hope the foods real good and those boys are real nice, because God ******, she turned three today.