I hear from everyone who "cares",
I'm too young to know love...

I long to hear from you each passing day,
Just to know how you are, your family and friends...

An isolated child, a ruined woman,
Broken memories of days gone by...

I am sorry father for I have sinned,
I am my own fractured, imperfect self...

Laid in bed, late at night,
There's a small gap in my curtains...

I sit and stare, just thinking of what we've been...
The ups, the downs, the laughs and the tears...

I don't know what you did to me.
I wish I could say it was bad...