Please, Just don’t.

I hate when you’re having a bad day as it is and everybody wants to tell you what is wrong with you in every detail. And you know that there is just one person, who has basically walked out on you, who can help. But, They don’t care. As a matter of fact, I don’t think they ever did care. No, I’m not talking about some boy who I am in love with. I’m talking about my father. The man who use to hug me when I was crying and say, “It will all be okay.” He is gone and he is never coming back. He is not dead, Nor has he walked out of my life. He has moved on. He is never home, It’s either school or his girlfriend’s. He never actually wants to be there either, And it’s all my fault. I should have been there when he wanted me there. Just don’t leave me, Please. I need you. I need my papa back.