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Why
by Erica Ann Menard
Why, when I am so young?
Why did he leave me here all alone?
Why do I need to face things all on my own?
Why would I blame myself?
Why would I say there was nothing wrong?
He left me here to face this cruel world all by myself
when I was only 7 years old.
I was still a little girl.
He hurt me so bad.
I am 20 now and I am still hurting all the same.
I can't even remember his face.
When I see his picture that's when I say,
"Yes, that is my dad."
Why does it need to be this way?
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