Alone

You know there is always a place, a place no one can fill. Why do you pretend we don't exist? We've opened our hearts, time and again, and you stomp on us. You said we are your number one priority... I couldn't help but laugh. Number one after your drugs, your gambling, your women, EVERYONE else in your life. I wish so hard every day that I would not hurt, that I could stop caring about you. The problem is, I like you. And it's a good thing too. Maybe it is the traits I see in myself and my sister that we get from you that keeps me hoping. The little things you used to do. We knew you loved us once, what happened? What did we do? What have we done to deserve you treating us like this?

I feel so annoyed that I can feel so happy and yet always carry this empty place and sadness for you. I feel so alone.