I used to cry every night thinking about how you were gone.
There was no longer a me and you.
I know we met when I was nine and I can assure you I had fun times.
But slowly the memory fades of the one year that we spent together.
I’m 17 now and I finally understand why you were never around.

I came to a conclusion that I was never supposed to exist that I was an accident.
The thought of that makes my heart ache maybe more than it should.
I think I should just start calling you a deadbeat, considering you were never there,
No matter how much I wanted you here,
Karma does exist as well.
Every time we communicate now it’s nothing but fights and arguments that can’t be resolved. I know I should’ve known better, but I’m just a girl with a broken heart who wishes for father better than the one she has.


I don’t know you and you don’t me.
Maybe, perhaps you do know the little things like my...