Confession

One time when I was young I loved someone very much who did not love me and it made me very sick and I tried to kill myself. One time my dad found out that I wanted to die and I walked upstairs and he was crying all over the floor and I stared at him with a cold stone heart and I felt myself breaking. He wanted to take a chisel to my eyes and shape them to see the sun again. To let light in. To break me out from the mortar that covered my soul like a grave. My father cried because his love turned to flesh wanted to to blow himself out of this world, like a feather or a leaf. Now he has cancer and I am very afraid of death.