The alcohol. The fighting. It was hard to take seeing them like this.
The late nights. The tears. Me waiting for all of this to end.
I didn't want to hear it, but I knew it was coming.
When it only got worse I knew I couldn't keep running.
Then the day came when they both sat us down.
They said 'I'm so sorry but we're over now.'
I cried and ran to my room through my tears it was hard for
me to see.
The hurt in my heart made it hard for me to breath.
The next day dad left. He cried when he hugged me and said 'See you soon. I will call you later, and I will always love you.'
I took it the hardest. I was full of sadness and hate.
I tried to forget I didn't need the pain.
Mom treats me different now. I look just like him.
I ignore them and close myself off. I don't let anyone in.
No one knows my pain. I don't let them. I'm just glad we can still see him.
People ask 'When will you open up and tell me how you feel?' I tell them never.
Cause' acting like it never happened helps it get better?