The Real Me
I miss him every day. Every single day, and I don't even like him but yet my body literly aches for him and I mean..I feel hole's it physically hurts. I miss him so much that when I breath,my lungs hurt, because every breath I breath is air he doesn't breath. I loved and hated him so much. The guilt of wanting him dead remains. They lie when they say that time heals. It doesn't. Grief remains, you just learn to deal with it. But actually that's a lie too. It doesn't heal. You never do. Living Is painful and it changes you forever. I honestly wouldn't wish the death of a parent on a young child to anyone, it's just unfathomable. The pain never ends.