孤独なミニマリスト

If one person can be saved from suicide by talking about it with someone, especially if that someone is you...

Dear my mother

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Mother...

Why did you give birth to me?

 

You told me I was garbage. Which was exactly what I felt like.  But I miss you, Mother...

What's worse is I hate that I miss my mother, which makes me hate myself.

 

Mother...

You hated me. You did hate me with every fiber of your being. I had the worst childhood you can imagine.  

 

Mother...

Why did you give birth to me?

How come you didn't want me?

Why did my existence inconvenience you so much? 

 

Mother...

Why did you give birth to me only to give me away?

 

I wish I could forget you, like you forget me.

No love lost...

 

And sometimes I wish I could escape from everything...