unloved [glimpse from my childish fears]

i am standing by

the graves of the people

whom i loved,

i buried them deep.

deeper than usual.

they're the ones who

caused me great pains,

they're the one who

molded and brought me up

with hatred and sorrow.

i tried to ask them for help

instead, they laughed at me,

talking trash at me.

my mind gone wild,

so i did killed them,

for they are unworthy,

and they're just pigments

of my darkest pasts.