Dear Mom and Dad,

A couple years ago, you made my life so bad that I prayed to God that he would kill me before you could do anything else to make my life hell. I remember begging you to tell me you loved me. But your pride has made it impossible for you, for one instant, to be so weak as to comfort me, or make me feel wanted. Someday I hope you realize, in the fullest extent, that you have made my relationships harder, my life worse, and have broken my heart past repair. When you finally realize this, though, I will still be weak enough to tell you I love you anyway.

Still here,
Your fifth one