Growing up with one.

Growing up with one parent is hard, I know. It's hard to explain what we feel, It's hard to explain why we miss them. It's hard to understand why they're gone, It's hard to understand why they left. It's hard to understand why they left us here with only one, It's hard to understand why they left the other one. Both parents are a blessing, one parent is too. But when you're young one parent isn't enough, life needs two.But when one parent is gone, we don't understand and we are stuck. We are stuck with questions, that will never be answered, we are stuck with questions that will live in doubt without any gestures. We live with doubt forever and it hurts, the hardest part is knowing that they're better without us because when there suffering is gone are suffering has begun. It's hard if this relates to you, I understand because I go through this too. I go through the suffering ever since my parent was gone, I go through anxiety and I become insane to the point were it's hard to even become sane. My birthdays are the hardest, they bring alot of pain just knowing she was always next to me on my birthday made me burn into flames. Yearly death anniversery is also hard because that's the day I despite the most. I hate the month and the year too, I just become stressed from all the crying too. And if your parent didn't die, I also understand parents don't always stick around but that is there lost for not staying around. All I wan't too say is life will never be the same, if your parent passed away or just didn't stay. Life get's harder but you'll always find your way, trust me I get lost sometimes but I always find my own way.