I didn't ask to be born , yet I was. Surely if one is given the privilege of being born of the flesh of thy Mother then one should be nurtered and cherished. I was born the youngest of four and given to neighbours to be raised. I was brought home at Christmas and "special " events but then sent back again. I always felt alone and struggled to find my place in society. I was the shy kid , the one who didn't know how to talk. That was because I'd been raised by elderly people who didn't know how to communicate with a child ...... and so, I learned how to be alone. Ironically, as I grew older and evenyually found myself back living with my biological family, my Mother always recounted in conversations with various people , just how quiet and good I was as a baby. Why then did she need to abandon me??? Now I find myself growing tired of this so called life and I want to leave, quietly and as easy as I can but there is no one or no place that can help me to achieve this. When I was making my way into this world , there was probably a midwife and a doctor (I think I was a home birth) on hand to help me make my entrance and they were there ready to confort me and clean me and present me to my Mother. Now , I no longer wish to be here, in this life, yet all around me are people telling me how wonderful life is, how I should be grateful for each new day. They don't know how it feels when you have lost all of your family and have NO friends and wake up , if you're lucky to get to sleep in the first place, with waves of panic ripping through your stomach. They don't know how it feels to feel SO alone. Why should I have to endure this existence when it is causing me such pain ?? All I want is to simply GO. Why can't someone help me ...... just once ????