I cant help but think about how different things would be.
If we would've stayed,
if we were still a family.
A mother, and a brother,
a part of me I'll never know.
The curiosity and tears:
to feel but not to show.
Dreams of an 8 year old,
to see just who you are.
Crushed in the blink of an eye,
we've come way too far.
The many years id spent building,
my hopes up way too high.
In an instant I'm let down,
not even a chance to cry.
I guess when I was old enough,
to finally know the truth,
to see just what you really were,
to see myself in you..
No matter how hard i try,
looking in pictures of your past.
I cant see to find myself,
cant see to make it last.
I don't even have any memories,
not one to grasp onto.
I know there was just one phone call, when i was three i talked to you.
But i can't remember...i mean i was only three years old.
But how come you never kept in touch,
how come you just let us go?
Now stuck here in curiosity wondering just what to do..
I know no matter how hard I try,
I wont ever get to you...
The pain Ive shown you in these words isn't enough to explain how bad it hurts...
