"Broken and Empty"

When a girl is small, she thinks the world of her parents.
Her mother is the one that will do anything for her,
and her father is her keeper.
The relationships are strong and the love is recognized by strangers.

Time goes by and each day more arguments force them apart.
The bond between the girl and her mother is no longer a strong rope.
It is a small rubber band that is seconds away from snapping.
The young child is no longer a "mommy's girl,"
she is just a girl but at least she still has her father.

A couple years pass and the girl continues to grow and so does her knowledge.
She is no longer naive and she can see straight through her father's lies.
His lies are not the normal "I didn't eat the last slice of cake."
His lies are life and death.
The girl believes she can get him clean,
afterfall he tried in the past.

Another year goes by, the mother and daughter disputes last hours,
they always end in door slams and the girl crying herself to sleep.
There seems to be no hope.
The child goes with her father for the weekend,
it feels like a breath of fresh air.

That peace then fades when she sees her father,
the one who used to give her piggy back rides lying on the bathroom floor.
Lying on the floor with a needle in his arm barely breathing.
She becomes a mess wondering why things are the way they are.
She prays to God to stop, to stop everything.

Her relationship with her mother never repairs,
and it does not help that she sees the one that gave her life get hit by her boyfriend.
Her father lives.
She never trusts him again.
The girl is me, as if you couldn't have guessed.

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