Memories of a man that I called my dad. My thoughts, my tears, raw emotion. My life without my dad.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Broken. . .
BROKEN: trying to pick up the pieces and put them back where they once were. I'm struggling to even find the pieces and some are just not fitting back to where they once were. I don't know why but I'm broken. Put yourself together I tell myself but I just cant or wait when I think that the last piece will fix me I realize I'm more broken than I was before.