Apparently, the reason my parents want me to stick around on this lovely world is because if I don't it would be very expensive.

That is what they think. I only very recently told them about my depression and my SH (because they never cared to notice for 7 years), and when my parents heard me crying in my room, they came in to consul. And, well, my Dad and Mom both agreed that the main reason I shouldn't take my own life is because funeral costs are expensive.

I don't think I've ever felt more unloved in my entire life.

I know they aren't emotional people, but really? You couldn't say "we'd miss you"?
No, its just "funeral costs are so high, and you wouldn't want to leave us with that debt, would you?"

Why can't they ever love me?