The Lost of Faith and Hope

Welcome to Hell

When I was a kid, I was so foolish and kind. Peolpe treated me like I was just a thing or just another human being that just would see and shut his mouth. Since I was juast a little kid and with no knowledge of what was wrong or right...I would see several people disturb my mind with so many bad images. First of all my mother was a prostitute obligated by my father. If she didn't brought money home, my father would hit her so bad that she would have her eyes closed because of the damage made by the fist of my father. Once, my father hit her with a bat and broke her nose. My dad, he worked on making houses and making labors on whatever it was good for him to make money. My parents would drug themselves infront of me and thought I would never remember what they've done in the past. Since the beginning of my memories, I've always seen people like good mentors of life,of courage. I know that people fight day to day to have a better home, a better life, but what I've never understood was how low they would go to just ruin someones or even his life. My childhood was full of those people who just ruined everything. I know my mother wanted the best of me, but why go so low if she can just find a better job and a better person to share her life with? This made me want to make myself belief that it was normal, that on all families happened the same type of stuff like on mine.