I forgive you for everything you did to me. For making me want to kill myself, for hitting my mom, for breaking my spirit. You made my life a living hell. At 5 years old I knew what herion was and how to shoot up because I’ve seen you do it so much. My first memory was of you choking my mother while I was trying to take my bubble gum flavored medicine. I’m 20 years old and I don’t wear make up bc the first time I did when I was 12 you called me a whore and said I would get raped.

Even with all this shit I forgive you dad. I love you. You were bad but you were also so good when you weren’t drunk or high. You’re dead now, it’s been almost three years. I don’t know what else to say besides I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all this when you were alive.