World is not same for all..It is a heaven for some,also a hell for the rest.I was born in the situations of struggles. whole of my childhood was done with the fights,Betrayal,pain and a inch of happiness which was taken away from me.To Carve me my father chose the way that any other wouldn't..He just chose to beat me without mercy until my fuckin throat goes swell.He would've asked me to be like this...
But he didn't. All he did was tearing my heart inch by inch.The gift he gave me the scratches on the flesh,Unknown agonizing relentless pain inside..Makes me to suffer the wrath in his presence and absence.I give (-)infinity out of 10 for the Best Father award.This fucking thing aside. All I could is growing a hope with my Tears from the nights of my Bleeding,For the next day.That was also taken away from me
by my mother who heals herself with anger on people by relaying it on me..I was beaten ruthless even I sit or stand also eat..Whole of their screaming Made myself this..
The Gift of my parents is suffering the wrath mentally,having no fucking sense for the flesh,I can't find myself , I can't be fucking happy even if I created it for others.All I could do is thinking of the mistake of mine which made them to do this to me..
This the world they created for me...The Hell of the Hell.They thought I would be the salve.
But I am the Satan.Because it is what I see myself.The burning and rotting inside..
On the other hand Being alone once give me the thing I could never tolerate but it's good thing ever happend to me....
All I learnt is there is nothing to be happy on this world to me..No rest to take a place as home.....
I never wanted this..But I carved to be like this..I need this..
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