Walking down a hallway, my young child looks up at me, I don’t even recognize her as my own, I’m so full of shit, That even she see’s my suffering.

The Hallway is disgusting, dirty, and full of broken needles. It’s like a bad tooth decaying from the inside, I pick Kim up, “Fuck my life, who am I to stay alive”

As I sit my daughter down on an old arm-chair at the end of the hallway, I knock on my trick’s door.

It takes a few minutes to get the fat-bastard to open up, but when he does, he makes me wonna vom…

His string vest covered in stains of eggs & tea, properly from his morning breakfast, or even several breakfasts ago.

Nasty cuts and bruises on his face.

He grabs my hair and pulls me in and turns to my daughter and says

“Won’t be long lovey”

I sit at the end of his bed, in his room the curtains are drawn, it’s dark, it’s nasty, horrible smells coming from somewhere.

He comes over to the bed, lie’s down and unzips himself, I close my eyes and think of him, I loved him so much.

2 minutes later i get pulled to my senses, the deed is done, but there is blood on my hands..