-I'm 18.
-I spent my birthday with my dad at Torrance Memorial Hospital,
Trying to make sure he gets better.
-I got a tattoo dedicated to my dad and mom.
I haven't celebrated my birthday yet,
But I have celebrated life, because He made it, and I'm so thankful.
I don't know if I could live without him.
I've been praying every night for him to get better.
And hopefully from here on out, he'll take better care of himself.
Taking it one step at a time.
And, I haven't seen my best friends in like 5 days.
Having withdrawals.
xoxo
-S.
P.S.
I tell myself, on the ride home
I'm getting tired, hating all I've known
I'm holding on, like it's all I have
Count me out, when it's clear that I, find it hard to say
And you, find it hard to care
I wanted to see something that's different, something you said would change in me
Wanted to be, anything different, everything you would change in me
CORRECTION: No longer thinking about that kid.
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