Thank you for listening...

As an only child, I always have just only myself whom I can count on. I have just only myself whom I can trust. I have just only myself whom I can turn to. I've carried all the duty on my shoulders since the day you handed your life to me. The duty that's been written in the name of selfishness-cultural implanted. Spoiled child, I am not.

If a drop of your tears is a step closer to the inferno, I am already in the depth of it. If a drop of my tears meant anything to you, I wouldn't be in the path of loneliness. If my love meant anything to you, my heart wouldn't be hunger for it. If my loyalty meant anything to you, my soul wouldn't be your slave. You've kept feeding me guilt, the guilt which once almost cost my life. The guilt which never been yours.

I deserve the right of my own happiness without been telling what should I do to earn the enlightenment of bliss. My life cannot be valuated with any cost. My soul cannot be stigmatized by your accusation. My pride cannot be punished by yours. My love cannot be bought by any gems. You've raised me well thus you should be proud.

I could be so strong but right in front of you, I am just only a child. But what this child like me would like to have now ,if possible, is your love. Including a tiny little bit of your understanding and your sympathy. This child don't ask much but a peaceful of her so-called life. This child won't ask much but a freedom of her soul.

This is not an accusation. This is not about who to blame. This is just only a voice, voice of a heart-broken child.

Thank you for listening.