Baggae Claim

It’s easy for me to pretend like I’m fine and I’m not even hurt. But I know I’m crying on the inside and drenching my shirt. For you to call me like we’re best friends, like every things okay. I sit on the other end of the phone breathless not knowing what to say. I have emotional and mental scars that are going to take a while to leave. Which makes it hard for me, I can’t just jump back in and roll up my sleeve. I understand we were close like a father and daughter are supposed to be. But don’t forget eight years ago you completely ruined it for me. You choose your path and led me down a road of darkness for mine. It’s okay thou I wiped my tears and promised my mother I’d be fine. I couldn’t let you break my spirit, so I had to be strong. I understand we left you but to be honest you still were wrong. Now your sitting here wanting to come back and start were you left off at. You’re eight years too late I have to pack and frankly don’t have time for that. I’ll be fine, I’m okay, but I’ll never be the same. So here’s the baggage you left with me and it’s time for you to claim.