A Letter To My Father, The First Man Who Broke My Heart
I keep my emotions warped shut tightly in the recesses of my mind, finding it hard to explain to someone this throbbing ache I have for a person who left my life prematurely.
I keep my emotions warped shut tightly in the recesses of my mind, finding it hard to explain to someone this throbbing ache I have for a person who left my life prematurely.
I’ve become so eager to keep you happy that I’ve forgotten about my own needs. And so have you — I kept giving and you never forgot to take. Never did it once occur to you that I too had to be looked after.