This was the day all the pain started.
The day the world became so dark.
The day I was born.
You may wonder how an infant could possibly have pain right.
I wasn't necessarily in pain that day.
It was the day I brought the pain in, like I was born with it.
The day I was born was never supposed to happen, my dad wanted me aborted so he wouldn't have responsibilities.
He set me up for adoption behind my mothers back after I was born.
To make sure she would never see me , he had her arrested and sent to prison to rot.
She never even got to hold me.
Your probably thinking. "why not visit her?" "why not get him sent to prison?"
I did try to visit her but she told me she never wanted to see me cause all I did was cause her pain, I ruined her life.
And my so called "father" he was like royalty, he had enough money to buy a state, he would just buy his way out of the situation.
Imagine family day at school.
Imagine the little family projects we were forced to do.
I always drew myself and got in trouble for it later.
I use to wonder why I didn't have a family.
Only later in life I wish I didn't wonder so much.
Knowing to much kills you.
