Do I really matter? That's what I always ask to myself whenever I find a time to be alone on my own. Every night before I go to sleep, I keep on contemplating my thoughts, asking myself if am I important to anyone else, but end up crying because the answer is too painful to bear.
I'm just a burden to my family. I'm the black sheep bringing problems and misfortune to my parents. I feel like an outcast, like I don't belong. It seems like I'm just invisible to their eyes.
Sometimes I feel like I want to be sick just for them to notice me. But I think they still won't care. Im just nothing, right? I'm just a great "mistake" born in this world, and it's better if I leave this fucking place. Nobody cares anyways.
Im just an ordinary child, craving for a little affection and love. :|