Why should have they blamed it on me? They never asked
questions. They never expected answers either. They just yelled. And I could do
nothing but staring at their scary faces. They never loved me; I even don’t
what love is?
It wasn't my fault. It was god’s fault. I didn't ask to be like this. I even never asked one of them to give birth to me.
And now, they looked at me with an endless pity. They looked at me as if there was nothing that I could do and they felt so sorry about it. They were so sorry to have me as their handicapped daughter. A daughter who is good for nothing. I was a kind of showpiece which needs too much of handling. I was kind of pain for them.
It wasn't fair! I wished that I could have dissolved from their sight. There was no more reason for me to still be part of their life if my existence only made their life even worse.
I wished to be able to just leave this cruel world they were living. But again, I was handicapped! I couldn't even kill my self. God doesn’t even give me the ability to kill myself.
Luckily, they loved me so much, or love themselves so much, I'm not sure. They used their own hands to try their best to finally finish my sad miserable gloomy cheerless life.
Thank you, Mom, Dad. Thank you for killing me………….
It wasn't my fault. It was god’s fault. I didn't ask to be like this. I even never asked one of them to give birth to me.
And now, they looked at me with an endless pity. They looked at me as if there was nothing that I could do and they felt so sorry about it. They were so sorry to have me as their handicapped daughter. A daughter who is good for nothing. I was a kind of showpiece which needs too much of handling. I was kind of pain for them.
It wasn't fair! I wished that I could have dissolved from their sight. There was no more reason for me to still be part of their life if my existence only made their life even worse.
I wished to be able to just leave this cruel world they were living. But again, I was handicapped! I couldn't even kill my self. God doesn’t even give me the ability to kill myself.
Luckily, they loved me so much, or love themselves so much, I'm not sure. They used their own hands to try their best to finally finish my sad miserable gloomy cheerless life.
Thank you, Mom, Dad. Thank you for killing me………….
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