ever since papa passed away,
i dont feel any love from this family.
the picture of dad with pipes all over on his body and the scene he died still haunts me.
the day i kissed him the last goodbye,
the day i held his icy cold hand,
the day when i called him PAPA and he didnt respond,
i know that the day he will leave us forever.
somehow, i wished papa is here for me.
everything wont be the same if papa is still around.
when everybody is talking about their father,
my heart is bleeding.
my last words with papa is one week before he died.
i wished i could shortened my life by half or even my life to revive my dad.
i didnt talks or speaks about papa is not because i dont misses him,
is because i miss him too much,
me and you never talks,
we talks about money and that all.
what i do is never enough for you,
WHAT SHOULD I DO TO SATISFY YOU?
im your daughter,
cant you be more respectful towards me?
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