I was once the favourite child...heavy on "once". Mum says she loves us equally, but as the years pass by, I find that hard to believe. I shed a tear writing this, it's quite hard Mum. Why do I feel as though you resent me? I hate unpredictability, a trait both my parents have.
One day they love you, the next day they're mad. Neither of you are great, you both have flaws, but I don't want to hurt you saying that, even if you hurt me 10 times more than that. If you compelled me upon this earth, why curse me? It's not like I asked to be here, the idea is selfish indeed and if I don't enjoy life, what will I need? A knife, a rope or a pill? This void I fill, will finally be put to rest, when I realise it's me I should kill.
Confessions
By BumSlit
My real life confessions in a sub-genre form of poetry and a novel More