Undone.

I was about ten when I truly I understood how unfair this world and my life would probably be...

How loving things and being loved were never going to be a part of my lifestyle and would just be a waste of time on both parts...

That luck and other such things were never really going to be on my side...

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"Mama...?" She was kind of just lying there on the floor... her eyes looked a bit empty but it was like she could still se me and was begging me with her eyes to do something.... I don't know what it was, I think she's dead.

I s this what's death? Did papa make death with mama?... w-why did mama get it moreand not papa instead?

I don't honestly really like papa..

"Papa..?" He couldn't really look at me anymore, he just kept drinking the stuff from the brown bags...
"You know what kid? You'll never be good enough for this world, not for anyone... everywhere, everything and everyone you come in counter with I bet will meet the very same fate that you caused your mother did since the day she shit you out into this world"

I don't know why but his words did hurt as much but I did feel a slight pinch

"Repeat that... ever day and don't forget or I'll beat you worthless fuck face like the boy you should've been okay?" He threw the bag with the bottle at me but missed by a long shot.

"Yes, papa..."