Humpty Dumpty Sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
And all the beast's family and all of his friends.
Couldn't Bring Humpty to love them again.
Such lives we lead...
When fathers don't love their daughters...
Such lives we lead...
When fathers become the main source of pain...
Such Lives we lead...
When a living father becomes undead....
*sigh* Yes again dear shadowlites the man who shares my blood has wronged me..and my family. Once again I'm crying, yelling and struggling to find sanity.
Why? Why is it that once peace is found...another battle wages. When in this war...will someone win. These battles scars constantly remind me of the wounded soul left behind...these war-torn lands remind me of the battles that transpired.
Threats. No matter how empty still hurt. Though his mind does not seem to grasp this concept. In fact it's almost as if the concept of pain doesn't apply to him. He does not mind his words, his actions, his ways. To use us. Abuse us. No, he's hasn't the slightest of ideas of what he has done. But he innately does not care, and that does not affect me.
In the end. My father does not exist to me. His words are simply a train...thrown of the track...into an abyss and never to heard.
Yes that...that is my way of dealing with this. That is how this shall transpire...i will lock it away in a chest somewhere. I'll then load it onto a boat. And as that boat wobbles along...the chest will be thrown of the deck into the suffocating blue. Never to be found by the living beating kind and will be as valuable as a cursed De-bloom.
Such lives we lead...
When fathers become the main source of pain...
Such Lives we lead...
When a living father becomes undead....
*sigh* Yes again dear shadowlites the man who shares my blood has wronged me..and my family. Once again I'm crying, yelling and struggling to find sanity.
Why? Why is it that once peace is found...another battle wages. When in this war...will someone win. These battles scars constantly remind me of the wounded soul left behind...these war-torn lands remind me of the battles that transpired.
Threats. No matter how empty still hurt. Though his mind does not seem to grasp this concept. In fact it's almost as if the concept of pain doesn't apply to him. He does not mind his words, his actions, his ways. To use us. Abuse us. No, he's hasn't the slightest of ideas of what he has done. But he innately does not care, and that does not affect me.
In the end. My father does not exist to me. His words are simply a train...thrown of the track...into an abyss and never to heard.
Yes that...that is my way of dealing with this. That is how this shall transpire...i will lock it away in a chest somewhere. I'll then load it onto a boat. And as that boat wobbles along...the chest will be thrown of the deck into the suffocating blue. Never to be found by the living beating kind and will be as valuable as a cursed De-bloom.
Sincere and confused,
Simpleshadow
.xoxo
Simpleshadow
.xoxo
1 comment:
*hugs* :(
xx
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