It has been five years, Six Easter weekends since you started this war, I'm still here and I'm still standing and fighting for him, he has not been forgotten, nor have you truly erased me from his mind... the end is coming soon, I am just waiting, I will never be your fucking martyr on this battlefield, I will always find a way to fight, even when I don't want to... so much has come and gone in the last few years but at least one of us can hold there head up and say I never resorted to bullshit tactics, I just fight, fist to the bone... you wanna throw punches, be prepared to catch more than a few of them along the way, I have No fear of you, but it fucking sucks that this time of The year once again there is something hollow growing out of the space that used to be my heart, and you are 100% to blame for that. It sucks that your reasons for doing everything have always been around holidays, i guess you want your self remembered even in hatred.... and for your selfish reasons you create drama in his life.... all i have ever wanted to be is his father, and that won't change.. no matter how many fucking Easter's and other holidays I miss. It's just about the games you play, it's just sad this weekend is a stinging reminder every fucking year of how much you twisted the knife in your quest to destroy me, in your quest to destroy the relationship between me and him. very soon, it's gonna be my turn to twist the knife... and I have more ammunition than you ever thought you could create out of thin air out, the difference is, what i have is true.
Current Mood: Depressed.
It doesn't get better," I said. "The pain. The wounds scab over and you don't always feel like a knife is slashing through you. But when you least expect it, the pain flashes to remind you you'll never be the same.
Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.
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