you know how it feels to not
having something and seeing and knowing that other people are
having it? Like, I'm not always crying
because I don't have these parents who care about me and put
me in bed with a kiss. but i know other people
have that
when they go to sleep and it feels so unfair. It sometimes makes
me so sad. They get kisses and they
get hugs, and I don't. But I'm not crying. Just because I
don't know how it's like and I don't really
know what I'm missing.
I had it once. A long time ago. Before I lost my parents. They
came to my room and said good night.
and every time they came to my room, I was hiding under the
sheets. I found it so funny that they
always found me underneath it. So I know a little what it's
like to feel the love of my parents. But
I'm okay. I'm still strong and it's not that I'm
dying.
The only times I'm dying, is when they're still talking
to me. They wanna be my parents, but they cant
They have problems and so they can't care about me. I mean,
if they can't but try, they better stop. They
are just hurting me. But still I want them to talk to me. to not
forget.
Because I'm missing those good times. when they were caring
about me.
