Pain...
When I see his face I wonder if he knows how much pain he caused. I feel like reaching out and taking his life. To make him feel the way she did. All those years of pain and tears. Of feeling less, even though he was the scum. I want to throw it all in his face. Gosh I don't know how much I can take. I feel like he stole something he should have never had. I feel like it's a part of her that will never make her feel whole. Still see the sadness, still see the pain. My heart aches for the things left unseen. The times no one answered, the times no one knew. What was really happening to that poor little girl. Oh gosh I wish I did something when I knew it was all there. But I guess it wouldn't matter. There would still be that hole. The one that he took, knowing never to return. My tears burn my face, streaming down to my heart. It burns as well for all that is lost. Cut everything up, burn it in a fire. Still his face will be there, hunting as ever. So if you could please be there for her. That girl that lost everything when she ended up with him...