Tell me This

Do you know what it’s like to never been loved

To be scared at night

Not of the dark, but of your own parents

When your mother don’t care

Do you know how it feels being looked coldly in your eyes,

When your parents say “I hate you and wish you were never born”

 

You ask me why I separate myself

Well the reason for that is simple

If my parent can’t love me

Then who can