Thursday, 11 August 2011
06:14:06 PM (GMT)
My daddy's sucide wasn't neat.
I wasn't tidy, wasn't clean.
He left a mess for me to clean up.
Both wrists were slit, his ankles too.
How I wish I was there with you.
You'll never know how much.
How I wish I was a better daughter.
If I wasn't depressed at the time.
Would you have still died?
I wasn't there when you slit your wrists.
You just started to hang yourself when I came in.
I walked into the room, the puddle of stained blood that lead from the kitchen.
I followed it to the living room.
The living room of the now dead.
I saw you jump off the stairs with a rope around your neck.
The last things you did in yor precious life.
The one that thing you did was smile at me.
Like you wern't giving up.
Like you wern't dying.
Like I wasn't a bad daughter.
Daddy, I love you.
That day when you killed yourself, I died too.
How I miss you.
How I saw you slip away.
Oh daddy, you smiled...
***R.I.P L., I love you forever- Your last moment is sketched into my mind for as
long as I will live.***