The Crack

Part 4

You think I'm a looser don't ya?

A filthy whore?

someone to use and abuse?

F¤ck and forget?

A no one, trash, shit under your shoe?

Do you think I LIKE what I see in the mirror?

Do you think I WANT to live my life like this?

Are you happy with what you see in the mirror?

A judgemental a-hole?

Is that the person you wanted to be?

4months 6days and um... 7hours I have been clean. And counting.

The needle? A reminder to never go back.

Acid that melt your brain.

I'm gonna make something with my life. You just wait and see.

Everyone you see here is a person.

With hope and dreams.

With their own story.

But do you take the time to think about that?

When you just try to step over us.

Try not to see us.

As if we somehow would infect you with what ever you think we got?

And yet, so many buy sex, or sit on some shitty site to get their fix.

You know, if most of our "clients" (does that word make you feel more comfortable?) would spend as much time and money on their relationships as they do on hookers and porn they would probably get laid as much as they could handle.

Just sayin.

You get what you give, you know.

But I'm soon outa here.

I got something to fight for.

My treasure.

My baby.

If it's a baby girl, I will teach here the value in here self. Never to let her get trampled on, never sell herself short. She would have a wonderful life. I would make sure of that!

And if my child is a boy, I would teach him to treat everyone with kindness and respect. to be a man that matters.

I have to get away from here.

Things are getting to rough for me. Especially now.

There is some bad vibes. Can you feel it?

So many broken souls.

Like this a-hole, I really thought he was gonna kick me like a dog. The look in his eyes. Like a shark on the hunt.

Now, this woman. She never looks at me with disgust. Look at this scarfe that she gave. I'll bet you anything that she's not only a mother, but the kind of mother I want to be to my child.

You have to try to see the good in people even if you are here.

But some are just to lost.

That man, talking to the wall.

He really scares me.

Look at him almost caressing that dang crack.

Make me feel covered in crawling things.

I've actually got a place to go.

In a couple of day I will be outa here.

And I will make a good life for me and my baby.

You just wait and see.

I will show you.

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