Parents assume that giving food, water, shelter, clothes is
sufficient to raise a child. Yes, they were sufficient to raise us up
physically, but what I need more than the basic needs is the guidance. I need to be shown how to love, what love
was. I need to be shown it is okay
to be happy and hopeful, not apprehensive and afraid when something good
happened.
On some days I am strong enough to face this neglect, I
will free myself from those haunting thoughts, yet on some days, it just closes
down to me. It just kills me so much that I felt like my existence in this
world is too much. Sometimes, it just
eats me up inside out.