The Child’s Non-Purpose

The only thing really stopping me from ending my life is my father and the potential pain and sorrow he will feel. I’m trying to understand how a child’s death could be seen as such a tragedy in the eyes of parents. Yes, of course, the emotional aspesct of it; “Oh, my son/daughter is gone, ohh after all that time, ohh I’ll never see them again!” Hysterics aside, what do they lose? A child takes without saying thank you, the feel entitled to everything, they grow and leave, tossing the parents aside like nothing. This, to me, doesn’t seem right at all. How can something that has never worked feel it deserves life? I never asked to be born into this life and now they expect me to function in it? I don’t want what my parents so lovingly give to me, knowing I did nothing to warrant it. What have I even done other than live under their roof and eat their food? I can’t be the only one who sees what’s wrong here. A child, in so many words, is a burden that has no payoffs other than the experience of “raising a child”. Why would my death be anything but a lightening of the financial, mental, physical, and emotional load upon my hardworking and cherished parents?