The Cursed Princess and The Forsaken System

Why must have I been born. Why must I suffer. Why must I bear the consequences of things I didn't do...on purpose. Why must I be alone. Mother. It hurts so much, please kill me. Please kill me. kill me. kill me. kill me. kill me. kill me. kill me. I was cursed. As soon as I was born, my mother died. The nanny who took care of me got eaten by monsters during an invasion. The kids who used to play with me went missing. I am cursed. If I weren't born...If only I weren't born.. would the outcome had been any better? If I had died instead of mother, would they have been happier? Father didn't even glance at me once I was born, that night all I could do was cry cause of cold and hunger. That's when my nanny picked me up, I felt the warmth for the first time then. So why...why did the person who gave me warmth, get cold in my own two arms? It's suffocating. Please kill me. Please kill me! why! why! why! WHY WON'T YOU DIE YOU STUPID b***h! No matter who it was, if they were anywhere near me. They would meet their end. "thirst..ty..." I barely got those words out of my dried up throat. I couldn't help but cry helplessly, my sobs filling the room. A never ending agony. "N...No" I cried out, "Help.." Hoping the gaurds would hear me and... and..? Ignore my pain? Ignore my cries? Ignore the fact that I'm slowly dying in here? Ignore....me? At that moment, what I felt wasn't sadness or guilt. It was never my fault. I never did anything to deserve this. The pain was bearable, the anger wasn't.