Teardrops are falling off of her soft white cheek. The hurt she feels cuts so so deep. She just wants to quit. Why should she try? Could she possibly cry anymore? As she is pressed against the cold hard floor? She cant find a good reason to deep breathing. Not while she watches her dads car as its leaving. The pain is suffocating her. She knows things will never be as they were. All she can do now is sit and stare, stare at the picture as it lays there. It is her and her dad. O how she misses the fun they once had. But its all over now.