There’s a man out there..to be called my dad... to hold me & protect me..through good times & bad... He walked out on my mom & left his children behind... to feel helpless & responsible..to weep & to cry. A 15 year old girl sits on her bed. Her knees to her chest... sobbing to a heart that is dead. Beaten & abused... her heart & soul just gave up. Can’t take the pain..its just to much. Just to much to bear..so all by herself..drowning in despair... she masks her face..with a painted on smile. “i’m ok” she always screams..but she’s just in denial. ..She says she’s tired of crying..faking & hiding.....But this is her life... And all she’s ever known....