It’s the kind of pain that you wouldn’t even wish on your worst enemy. It’s the constant nights of crying yourself to sleep. It’s the feeling of no air, it feels like your last breath was literally your last. It’s like 100 pound weights just resting on your chest, caving in slowly. It’s the unbearable thoughts that you’ll never be good enough for anyone else. It’s the hot tears running down your face, each one feeling heavier than the last. It’s the feelings of wanting to curl into a ball and die. It’s the broken promises, the high hopes, & the memories. It’s what all fathers never want to see happen to their little princesses.
It’s my first heartbreak .