I have been rejected before

by the man who is supposed to be my father

many many times.

However, this time I really tried

I didn't try to reject him,

I wasn't pessimistic.

This time I was I was hopeful.

I tried so hard

yet still he left.

He didn't like how I turned out.

The constant thought in my head?

"Maybe I would have turned out better if I had a father"

But it wasn't just me that he left again

it was my best friend,

my brother.

He gave him so much hope.

I lost hope this year. 

The amount I had left is gone.