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Love hurts? no Love torments and mutilates, I can admit the idea behind it intrigues me, But it shouldn't be like this, my children sould not be committing suicide; my son, my daughter, all of this, it shouldn't be look you were children meant to share the delight as children and enjoy life. Live life as it's meant to be lived, to grow and progress to develop and mold yourself into the people you will become someday. I'd say I was sad but I'd be lying, I always promised the fact that I was heartless, when you can stare at your child's life and watch them kill themselves, perhaps I was right, I'm no human at all. I bare no emotions nor feelings the only at the moment is numb. Sure someday I will cry myself to sleep over the fact I lost you but tonight is not that night I will guarantee the fact I love you but I will not reassure it with tears,life is like a line, it has a beginning and it has an end to each person, and with each line that each person brings it develops into a beautiful artwork, a family. Sadly this Piece of art cannot be completed, the Artist's far too lazy, we are missing a few lines that have faded from the page, I would laugh but this is no laughing matter,History is bound to repeat as fates will change. I walk in my father's footsteps I grew up fell in love, became married and had lovely children that held the world in their eyes, the greatest thing I could wish for. Now the woman I love is far away and my children gain the hurt, No history may not always repeat itself perhaps not, for where my dad cried his eyes out over losing his wife and child I only tire. I love you But I do not bare the heart of a father,if that of a friend at all. Courtney,my Wife.I love you but i am not one with a heart, I am no Father to anyone.
Courtney, My daughter,The times I am with you I cherish deeply and enjoy at an incredible extent. but yet again I am no father I was made and born to lose myself in my pain.Your father is no longer the same,I've changed from the man i once loved.
And Aaron,my son, wherever you may be I love you deeply with as much heart as i can gather you will always be impaled in my heart and soul wherever that may venture. I will always love you as my son.
The Thing that once was,
Matthew John Yuschuk.
 Angelic_Warrior_Yohan · Tue Nov 21, 2006 @ 10:52pm · 0 Comments |
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