I never know what to do when your names comes up on my phone. Sometimes I don’t have the energy to say anything, sometimes I have too much to say. I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of believing you will change.
How is a daughter supposed to feel about a father who never wanted her?
I find myself tangled in your lies, over and over again. I see your name permeated into my skin because I occasionally open my veins from not wanting to share the same blood as a liar.
What does a daughter do when her father betrayed her time and time again?