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Fragile, confused, heartless.
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Fragile, confused, heartless. |
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xsaamaanthaax Junior Member
since 2008-11-28
Posts 21USA, Arizona. |
The cold, heartless morning, The day I lost my father, My mom looked into my eyes , But she didn’t seem to have a bother. My head was spinning and turning, My eyes were full of doubt. I was still at such a young age. I had no idea what death was about. My father indeed did love me, But was never really there, He couldn’t be the one, To put his fingers through my hair. One tear dripped down my face, Still so fragile, still so confused As my life is growing older, I still feel I have nothing to loose. Iv put feelings in my heart, To be put away forever. I don’t have to face this pain My heart is not to clever. Each and everyday My minds still running through this loop. While my heart is pushing me forward Can I still put the ball through the hoop? Regretting every last minute, Putting everything to a pause, Just to look around at my life. Could I have really been the cause? All the things he never did, All the things he could have said, Now it’s my time to put away, and get it through my head. Written By: Samantha Deanna Smith Thomas. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
though death never gets better with age, this is the question that should never be asked: "Could I have really been the cause?" good write for hard feelings to be felt...thank you for sharing |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Samantha, parents do the best they can and no one knows for sure when one will lose one. As a child it must be difficult to accept but even as an adult losing my Dad still hurts especially because I never got to say my last words to him since my plane flight was one day too late. And never think you are to blame for anything...try to remember the good.  M |
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xsaamaanthaax Junior Member
since 2008-11-28
Posts 21USA, Arizona. |
Yes, death is hard. My mother is still alive, but i don't have her "in my life" I'm at a young age, all on my own. Lost both of my parents to drug addictions. I have learned from it. I'm becoming stronger and stronger every day. I always remember the good thing I have out of my life. thanks for the reply.  !Live isint about waiting for the storm to pass, It's about learning to dance in the rain. |
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