Out of Love

At 15 my father lost me in a gamble for his debt.

My own father gambled away the only thing he had left that was keeping him alive, aside from his cigarettes. He rather pay for a pack of cigars than put food on the table. When I was seven, child protective services took away my little brother after they found that my brother was ill from malnutrition.

I wish they took me away with him so I could get away from my father. And in some way that wish came true.

Today is my 18th birthday, and now they will decide where I will go.

Let me go or stay in hell...

Cover by @_kshahidi