My Last Cry

I never understood why they beat me, why they despised me, and why they called me a demon.

I never had someone come up to me, give me a hug and tell me that everything would be fine.

I did not know the love of a family, not even the feeling of compassion.

And then when I wanted to die, they told me the truth.

And my hatred took over.

It was a rainy night, another common October 10, but this was definitely different. I felt the taste of humiliation on my skin, and it was that day that I saw that the human race had no salvation. That October 10 I became what everyone should fear and hate: I became a demon when I let out my last cry. I have not had their forgiveness, so why should I forgive them?

But as much as I can get rid of everything, there is something I cannot: a voice, always singing in the back of my mind, a soft melody but in a tearful tone:

"Nee kikoemasu ka? (Can you hear me?)"