Whyyy?

We went back from family gathering and we were talking about when we were young. My parents recalled the sad past that has passed me by, that I was (almost) totally oblivious to. Even though I don't remember most of it, and it doesn't appear to affect me in my subconscious memory, I just can't seem to take this heart-wrenching tale... no, real-life account. When we reached home, I just for some reason didn't want to hear anymore.

It made me sad. Why did I have to be around, to cause so much grief... pain, loss. A burden to so many. To steal everything from everyone. To be a liability... and I had to stay here to feel the hardships of this place...

Why did I have to exist?

And then I am reminded; I live because of a reason. There is a reason God didn't take me, and I must know that reason, and live for it.

Please help me all the way...