They never forget to remind me
why I hate them.
They never forget to pinch on
my healing wound they've made.
You may have missed all the love
as a child.
I feel sorry for you.
You may have been mistreated
by everyone.
I wish I could be there for you.
You may have been lost.
I could feel you.
I could feel you so much that
I kept wondering,
if you ever felt sorry for me.
If you ever wanted to be there for me.
If you ever tried to feel what I feel.
I kept wondering even though
I know you would say,
"have you ever been sad?!".
I have been sad mom.
I felt all the pain in the world.
I felt all the hate one could ever take.
I felt all the ignorance which kills.
I felt all the guilt for being born and alive.
I felt them all.
All the worst things in the hell.
I have been sad dad.
I have been broken.
I have been lost.
I have been lonely.
I have been hurt.
Now tell me why.
What did I do?
What did I do wrong as a child?
What did I do so wrong to deserve all these hate?
Tell me how could you help me now.
Or you don't care at all?
Why?
If it has been imparting of your traumas,
tell me that you're the happiest now.
Atleast I could say that was my purpose of living.
I'm an orphan with parents.
I'm.
And still,
they never forget to remind me
why I hate them.
They never forget to pinch on
my healing wound that they made.


© athirasanthoshc