This is the end.
I knew it was coming.
All of my ends are tied up, I'm ready.
Only a few more minutes to spend.
I blame you for this.
You killed the messenger.
I strained and cried out, "please!"
Oh, all the warnings you dismiss!
So let the world fall.
No reason to believe I need it.
My parents gave me to you, for you.
Worthless to you after all...
What is this? My heart beat?
Are you giving me life?
Now I can give you answers, make you smile!
Thank you, soon I'll have enough to eat.
Who/What am I?
My generation and the generation before me came from the same parents.