It's better this way
I know you'll see...
Every day i wake up
To saddness and despair...
Her lips were the color of cherries
and I'd touch them with my finger...
Dear Dad,
Almost four years now since we last spoke...
Is it Really?
Tears burn my eyes...
Daddy, do you hear me?
Im standing right here...
The burning my lips felt,
After your kiss...
I hide under my covers,
cradling my knees to my chest...
I cant shy away from my problems any longer
I become weaker in every attempt to grow stronger...
I never got to see your face
Or hear your painful cries...
When i was younger you told me to be strong
when i was in need i knew you would come along...
Trying to search my heart
for answers I desperately need...