———  ❛  because  sangwoo  doesn’t  feed  me…?  ah..- i  don’t  know…  genetics…? ❜

———  ❛  was  i  supposed  to  love  them?  ❜  perhaps  if  he  was  taught  how  to  love,  was  given  love  from  the  family members  who  toted  his  ‘round like  he  was  a  burden rather  than  their  own  flesh  and  blood  he  wouldn’t  be  like  this.  perhaps,  he  wouldn’t  be  so  desperate for  the  tiniest inklings  of  what  he  believed was  love,  a  poor,  finite soul  wandering  into  the  den  of  a  monster;  blood  stained  walls, tattered  limbs,  the  cigarette  swirling around  the  air  and  making it  so  hard  to  breathe had  become  normalcy. he  cannot  even  call  for  mother  and  father  as  knife  was  plunged  down  her  chest, asking  for  forgiveness, for  repentance  from  sin.  skin  has  already been  stained  red,  growing  darker by  the  day.  

(  you  can’t  call  out  to  the  parents who  brought  you  into  this  cruel  world  and  left  you  to  fend  for  yourself  until  you  became someone  you  no  longer  knew…  who  even  are  you?  just  a  lonely  child  bewailing  into  the  night  searching  for  those  who  could  never  return?  or…  were  you  always  like  this? a  poor,  unfortunate  lamb  who’s  self-sacrifice  was  seen  as  too  pitiful  to  love  properly.  ) ❛  …-i’ve  always been  a  bother… so  it’s  better that  they  don’t  care  about  someone  like  me…❜  who  would  care  anyway?