I can not stop my tears.
Resentment. The only feeling I have left for the ones that gave me life.It started as a nightmare and continued as such.They feel no regret and I feel no love.Sometimes I even experience hate towards them.I was just a child, in need of care and love.They gave me none and put me through living hell.I wish not to speak to them, to understand them, to comfort them.My father, a cruel tyrant, my mother a spineless slave.I despise them.My sickness is there because of what they did.Why did they not kill me when I was conceived?