what did i do to deserve a mother who doesnt want me to live? should i even be living if my own creator hates me so much? 9 months, you kept me. 2 decades, i sit like a load on your chest. how can you not once feel attachment for me?
a child never hates his own mother unless the mother hates the kid first. you tell me things everyday, things i already know, things i already tell myself. but i hate your silence more. your eyes never seem to stop hating me. it feels like youre killing me in your mind. i dont like the lines on your head when you look at me. i dont like how your voice changes with me. i dont like how difficult youve made the idea of affection for me. you could be dying in front of my eyes and id hesitate even hugging you. do i have the right to hold you?
