im lonely the cement box in the sky is cold and lonely i want the affection i never got as a kid please mother me please father me i want to be held and coddled and cuddled

I've also at the same time, come to realise, that I've been transgressed in this life so hard that nothing will ever make it right. The trauma will always be there with me, even a bit. The ones who wronged me, would never try to get forgiveness in the first place. How would they earn my forgiveness anyway? This worlds fucked.