I am..

May 30, 2014

I am heart broken devasted child.

I wonder if people know how I feel.

Curious about little kids like me,

who grow up without a dad.

I here my dad's voice every time I think about him.

I see his face every time I close my eyes.

I want everybody to feel my pain.

I am a heart broken devasted child.

I pretend like he was never here.

I touch him, hug him, every night in my dreams

wishing it was real.

I worry about my sister, wondering does she feel the same.

I cry myself to sleep every night.

I am broken hearted devasted child.

I understand he's gone, and never coming back.

I say the only man a little boy can depend on is daddy.

I dream and wish that I had one.

I try to hold back my pain and tears.

I hope the day I have my child, that these words will never come out of his/her mouth...

I am a broken devasted child.

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