Even Photoshop Couldn't Cover These Scars

I've reached the end of the bottle once again,
With a handful of pictures,
Sitting outside of the house I grew up in,
I miss you so much it hurts to even think,
Sadly I gave you too much and you didn't even thank me,
Not once,
I am on knees,
Hoping one day we'd meet again,
So I can get this burden off of my chest for the first time in 8 years,
I feel like you still aren't listening to my cries,
But it's not hard to believe that you aren't,
There is no faith
, I can't do anything for you now,
You're in a perfect place,
I have been wanting to let you go,
There is just one thing I need to know,
If you ever put in the same amount of effort I did
If you even cared about the time we shared?
It seems like when we meet again,
All questions shall be answered,
Let's hope I don't give up before I hear the truth.