Do you even miss me? I spend most of my days wishing all is well for…but I can’t seem to bring myself to finish that half truth.
I don’t wish you well I wish you hell.
You left me when I needed you. No, I take that back.
To be fair, you were never truly there. Just a shadow of what could be. Of what should be.
Dearest papa, do you know how much I have cried.
Bet you would care if I drowned in my tears at night.
I do try, I truly do, to wish you well in your days.