I keep thinking i can just call you, but i cant talk to you at all anymore.
atleast before i had a choice. now i dont and i miss you so much. i cant stop crying, because i know ill never see you again, and you’re never going to see me graduate, or walk me down the isle, or see where i go in life. and i hate you for it. you left no note. you left nothing. no call. no email. nothing. what you did makes no sense to me and i hate it, its eating me alive thinking that it could have been my fault. if only i called you, or texted you, or told you that i love you. youre my dad. and now youre gone.
suicide is serious. no one knew you were capable of doing this and i really just wish would have gotten more help.
i love you dad. and i miss you so much.