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Taste the pain
Taste the pain. Wait you will never understand. We need you. I needed you. Daddy told me he loved me. But I’m thinking this isn’t real. Welcome to the bottom of hell. They say pain is a prison, then left me out of my cell. Sitting in the corner tears running down my face. I yelled into my pillow. You said you loved me but you were never there. I’m humiliated. I’m in a room with a parent I barely know. Somebody in the corner taking notes. I don’t get it dad don’t you want to see your children grow? I guess shes more important. All you had to say is no. You won’t do it, will you? I got this picture in my room and it kills me. But I don’t need a picture of my dad I need the real thing. You should’ve been there when things got hard. Told me you loved me and things aren’t that hard. Instead, you left me in a lonely stage. Some say things get hard but I’m not laughing. I’m not going to say that I forgive you cause it hasn’t happened. I thought I would feel better as time passed. If you really cared for you were are you? Are last conversions we stand down and couldn’t get along. Talking about the past and how it wasn’t right. I was crying telling you this isn’t right. She took you from us once I guess she isn’t ready to let you go. Crying my eyes out is difficult. I guess writing to you is the only way I can speak to you. It took everything inside me to not scream at you the last time I eas with you. Sitting in my room thinking about everything. I wish you were all here, but every time I picture us all I can think of is all the pain. I hate the way it all ended. You gave everything up for her. don’t know if you hear, but if you’re still listening. I want to let you know this is from the heart.

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This piece was written when I was put into the foster care system and I had a lot of feelings that I need to get out.