Everything Or Nothing

I sympathises for those who loose parents.
The love between mother and chid seems to be unbreakable.
But when he wanted nothing from me,
I felt as though all my peeks were stolen from me.
The highest points about me were gone,
I felt uninteresting.
And how some people can like to feel this way,
Like a constant bruised stomach,
To know that half of your genetics,
Want nothing to do with you.

Is it me, or him ?
Is it my fault for being less than enough,
Or his for wanting more that ample.
Am I plain?
And as for my heart,
Well it has dropped to my stomach,
Corroding in guilt.
As I know, and he knows,
That there will be a day when everything
Or nothing will matter.
And on that day, should I look down at him,
What will I feel?
Remorse? Pity? Anger?
Or overwhelming guilt.