No Point In Being Happy

Im crying and crying but Daddy wont get up for me, he lays there lazy humbled asleep. Wont anyone think of me? Mummy says, he might just be hungry, Hows A bottle going to fix me? All i need is love and sympathy. Mummy and Daddy always fight about money but to me it doesn't mean anything. They always fight, saying they cant afford thing's. Maybe things would have been cheaper if they didn't have me. Mummy screams "I should have had an abortion before I thought things were going to be easy. Whats an abortion? I ask my little head while I lay in my little bed. I cry, Daddy gives me A bottle thinking thats what I need to fix my bruised heart thats being ripped apart? I just want Mummy and Daddy to be happy, and not to worry about one thing. If I had a voice, I would tell them I loved them when there hearts felt hurt and burnt. If I had the strength to walk I'd do the dishes, cleaning and washing so they wouldn't have to fight about doing any of these things, which they call miseries. Daddy gets annoyed carrying me when I'm crying, but I'm not strong enough to stand on my own two little feet. Mummy always talks on the phone, but always ignores me when I'm alone. Lying in these dirty clothes, it's like there's no one home. All I do is sleep and eat why cant someone spend more time with me? When I cry in the middle of the night, it's not because I'm hungry or need a changing, It's because I'm in pain and agony but Mummy and Daddy just lay there sound asleep. I don't have a car or fancy things, Is love to much to ask of me? If life is as bad and mad as they make it to be, then why do grown ups want to live A life of being unhappy? I don't want to argue about money, or worry about caring about the babies, if that's going to be hard for me. If Mummy and Daddy always fight about money, when will they ever be truly happy? If pretty clothes A worth more then A pretty rose, And I'm going turn into A grown up and this is how my life is going to be. Then I don't want to live in insanity, there's No Point In Being Happy for it will only be A dream to me, never becoming reality. Mummy and Daddy don't care about me they just want all the luxuries. When I cry in pain all they do is complain about who's going to get up and feed me. I close my little eyes and sleep. They don't open again. For Mummy and Daddy will now be happy. I go to heaven were everyone will love me for I am just A Baby. - Wiko Te Maru