falling apart.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Daughter to father, I am broken but I am hoping.
Daughter to father, I am crying, a part of me is dying and
These are the confessions of a broken heart.I have been labeled. I was a miscreant and now I know that that is what he sees me as. He always had. He always will. I have changed. I have tried time and again to make him see that. I thought he had, really. Now, I don't care anymore. I know he'll never trust me again. I am done trying to make him see otherwise. I'm done. I'm tired. Physically & emotionally. I have never felt so alone. I am missing her more than ever. The worst thing of it all is that noone is listening. Nobody cares. Times like these are when one realises who their true friends are. Why do I feel like I don't have any? Times like these are also when I realise and truly believe that there is no
God god. It is all a bunch of bullshit. I can't believe I put my faith in 'god' at one time. I should have realised that my faith was in nothingness.
Revethi
