My moms cries in her room.
The old photos are gone.
Why did he leave? What did I do wrong?
Why is mom crying and why am I not?
The faint whispers in the kitchen from mom on the phone.
All his things are missing including my heart.
Please come back father. You are tearing me apart.
Mom is crying in her bedroom throwing photos in the flames.
Oh what have you do? You sick beast of a father.
You have ran over my heart and and threw moms in the shredder.
Please don’t come back. You sick man I used to call my father.