7 Years

Today marks the 7th anniversary of the last time I ever saw my father. On March 15th, 2009, I talked to my father for the very last time. The last things he told me were horrible. I don't really know how to feel about it being 7 years already. I've been crying a lot today, but a part of me feels like it's a waste of time, that he doesn't deserve those tears. Though, another part of me misses him and wonders where he is at the moment, what he is doing or if he ever thinks about me. I wish I could find a way to distract myself, but it seems like my friends are all too busy. I'm stuck home with my sad thoughts.

Spent seven years wishing that you'd drop the line. But I carry the thought along with you in my mind. Yeah, Sleeping With Sirens' song describes perfectly the way I feel.