Why

Daddy the night u left u taught me how to write not only on paper but on my wrist's , daddy how could you leave your little girl so brocken like this. i use to sit 4 hours staring at my reflection with tears streaming down, i use to tell myself "this is the reason my dad left, this is the reason my mommy wants me dead."
true story: why do some dad's not realize that when they leave a peice of us dies