That day when you realize that your own father wanted to kill you.. Was the beginning of my emotionless journey.
I was sad.. But am I really sad?
I wanted to die since I felt that my parents don't need me..
Yes, a human trash..
I want to scream for help, but in the end the only gave those emphatic looks with no real help.. Or, they will only blame me..
But why I can't feel the pain now?
I was sad..
But why I can't shed a tear?
I want to be happy..
But, can I smile from my heart?
Am I selfish to wish for a small happiness?