“I had not asked for much but a selfish request, and that is to have no flaws.”
Though, my wish is not for me, but for my loved ones, that asked too much of me. I had constructed a new mind, and wielded a knife to **** what I was born with. For I was not satisfied for who I am, and may you point, I am selfish!
But never point those accuses to my loved ones, only blame me.
Dislike me, point at me.
Hate me, mock me.
Loathe me and pick up my broken parts and crush them to bits.
But never tell my loved ones, it is their fault. I can never let them live with the guilt, and pain of what I had passed to them when I’m gone. But if they do, I wish that there’s a way to put that pain behind me. Let them not know, may I be the one to my destruction.
Let me walk this path.
Path of no hate but towards myself, for I had wished for love, and love was given to me, but let me give them to my loved ones. Because nothing is better more than to hurt myself than to hurt others.