I was born in this cruel world without anyone ever asking me If I wanted to be born.
Born because of selfish desires of my parents, I never saw anything but pain. Or perhaps, maybe I’m the selfish one here. After all, I’m the one whose mind is broken…
When I talk about my pain with my parents, they tell me that there are others who are suffering way more than I do. Agreed, my pain is nothing compared to others, but is it fair to compare one’s pain to another?
Just because you’re shot in the leg instead of the chest, should people just ignore you and leave you there, bleeding to death?