Im 27, a text book daughter without a father, died when I was 5.
I thought he was the one…the one that would see the value in me…to fill that space I need so much to be filled. Im tired of walking around with just this shell…like a puppet, smile when Im suppose to smile, laugh when Im suppose to laugh. He filled me…I only wish someone loved me as much as I loved him…was my unconditional love not enough? I would kill for that….thats all I have ever wanted.
Why cant anyone see that…see me? Where the f*ck are all my “friends” when they know Im […]