Mama cried

I'm a spoiled brat. With all the pains i have given to others all that i could have done was to kill myself.... Never knew how,

never knew why, when the satan creeped in me, when the blood shined in my eyes, don't know who the two of us was cursed, whosoever i could hear my mama cry

from the day they killed their wishes, to the day i stabbed my own, their glare i took as a sarcasm, can't puke my anger,can't kill the love that's grown, in the childhood when they were all embers, never knew when they got the air, aggrevated to be all the hot fire, took my house by the flair, don't know who the two of us was cursed, whosoever i could hear my mama cry.

Shelter of my dad's arm was missing, in which i used to hide, what was missing was also my mom's taunts, from whom i used to get angry & she used to confide. At the end of the day when i close my eyes, and my thoughts flow, i was feeling as if i, was the culprit in the murder of crows, don't know who the two of us was cursed, whosoever i could hear my mama cry.

At the end when i found myself guilty, wanted to rest in her lap, with him beside, can't see her cry nor him ashamed of himself, cowardice, it may be, but only option was suicide. Forgive me dad, forgive me mom, hateful i may be, i loved you all, rebirth, let me have it for once let me be your arm so that i may obey all your call....