How could you walk away from someone screaming in your face?
have you completely given up, and caused your family such disgrace?
i remember that day so clearly,
screaming at the top of my lungs.
begging you to come back,
but still you wouldn't budge.
you got smaller and smaller with your suitcase in hand.
how could you even consider your self being my dad.
i was so young then,
ignorant and blind.
not realizing that it was him leaving what mattered behind.
it wasn't my fault, i guess it was his.
i just didn't understand how he could walk away from his teary
eyed kids.
did we not matter enough?
did he even care at all?
did he realize that by leaving made us feel so small.
like nothing else mattered but addiction and pain.
when i finally calmed dawn, from screaming at the top of my lungs.
i once again realized that the addiction had won.
