I am thinking about you today daddy, it's been so long since i have seen your face.. The day you died i was to young to understand, but i understand now daddy that you are gone and you never will come back to me, its seems like yesterday but its been 15 years my next birthday..
I remember when i was a little girl we were dancing together, you would hold me like i was a princess and lift me up in the air, you used to tickle me and i laughed so hard, those times are gone..
When you died a part of me died with you, and i will never be the same, but i try to held my head up high and smile, why you was taken from me i will never know.. But it's a reason for everything..
They told me if i wanted to see you before you was taking your last breath i needed to come straight away, so i got up of bed got my crayons and i painted you a picture, and got into my jewlery box and picked out a neckles to give to you..
It was a silver heart, and i broke it in two and wrote my name on the half i was giving to you, because i wanted you to take me with you.. When we got to the hospital my uncle told me you was in a deep coma..
I got into the the room were you lied on the bed, i hang the drawing on the wall and my uncle helped me get the neckles around your neck, and suddenly it was like the time stopped and you opened your eyes slowly and looked at me and smiled..
Maybe that was your way to say goodbye, i will never forget you and you are always kept in my heart, i still have the other half of the neckles and i will always be your little princess..
Love you Daddy<3
Written By Melissa
Why I am here
I began writing poetry at an early age after my dad passed away, he died on my 11 birthday, to use poetry to get over a lot of obstacles in my life have helped me through many hard times ...
I have struggled with crippling social anxiety for 10 years and locked me inside my own shell, it took me sooo long to work my way up from the dark place I thought was so safe and sound ...
Apart from depression and anxiety, I've got a lot thrown at me in her lap through time, two years ago I was diagnosed with endometriosis (rare disease that women are incredibly painful at times)
In January this year I was admitted to the rheumatology department, where I was then diagnosed with fibromyalgia and MSS (muscle pain syndrome) this is very painful but something I have to learn to live with this too ..
This blog contains my poems I have written throughout the ages, this has become my way to overcome sadness and dark times ...
I use both good and bad to create something out of and this helps me to look ahead in life ..
So no matter what gets thrown into the lap of me so I'm a fighter I am stubborn and do not give up until I reach my goals, so now you know a bit who I am and why I'm here ..
COPYRIGHT! All poems, pictures that are posted on this page is not allowed to copy or take them as your own, please respect this .. Regards Melissa
I have struggled with crippling social anxiety for 10 years and locked me inside my own shell, it took me sooo long to work my way up from the dark place I thought was so safe and sound ...
Apart from depression and anxiety, I've got a lot thrown at me in her lap through time, two years ago I was diagnosed with endometriosis (rare disease that women are incredibly painful at times)
In January this year I was admitted to the rheumatology department, where I was then diagnosed with fibromyalgia and MSS (muscle pain syndrome) this is very painful but something I have to learn to live with this too ..
This blog contains my poems I have written throughout the ages, this has become my way to overcome sadness and dark times ...
I use both good and bad to create something out of and this helps me to look ahead in life ..
So no matter what gets thrown into the lap of me so I'm a fighter I am stubborn and do not give up until I reach my goals, so now you know a bit who I am and why I'm here ..
COPYRIGHT! All poems, pictures that are posted on this page is not allowed to copy or take them as your own, please respect this .. Regards Melissa
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