Why wasn't I enough for you?

Why couldn't you stay?

Why did you have to go?

Was it something I did or didn't do?

There are so many questions swarming in my mind.

But those are the ones that keep coming back to me.

Why did you leave us behind?

Why weren't we good enough for you?

These questions keep me from living.

They keep me from believing that I could be something great.

If you have ever cared for or loved me at all, please stop this torture and give me answers.

I deserve to know why.

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A/N: This is about how I feel about my Biological Father. When I was just a baby, my parents divorced. My oldest brother was three at the time. Growing up, I never gave it much thought only felt confused when I was about five or six because both of them remarried. Now I've lived most of my life with my Mom and only saw my father during the summer. For the longest time, I felt we had an okay relationship, but now that I'm in my early 20's I'm not so sure. Have any of you felt like your whole life felt like it's been split into two different worlds, and now you don't know which one you belong in?