I was hanging by a thin string, how could you let me fall? I fell with such a thud, fell so hard. I’m bruised all over, but you aren’t around to help me back on my feet daddy. So, I help myself up and dust myself. But what about the gashes? They’ve left horrible imprints all over. Those will never go away daddy, I’m ugly forever. Who will love me now?
8 month death anniversay of daddy .. I'm picking at the scabs again ..
8 month death anniversay of daddy .. I'm picking at the scabs again ..
