Every morning, I wake up to the stirring of a warm body beside me.
To me, this is the time a cold shiver runs down my spine.
To me, this is the time my heart stops beating, even just for a second.
Every morning I regret the life I lead.
I feel so pathetic.
So useless.
So unloved.
I feel like a good-for-nothing whore.
Well, it's only natural, seeing as I am one.
In books and stories, I would find a client that treats me right.
A client that falls in love with me and I fall back.
How idiotic.
Simply because those are only stories.
The stories never talk about the almost impossibility of any of that happening.
The stories never say how my only fate is to die of the deadly sickness of AIDS.
My fate was decided for me the moment I was born into this cold and sick world.
As they pound into me without mercy, bit by bit I am slowly dieing.
How ironic that the whole reason for doing this is to survive.
Some people say how everything will be okay.
I love the way they lie.
My first 'story'. Hope you like! Comments and reviews are obviously accepted.
The idea came from the song:
Eminem & Rihanna – Love the way you lie.
Thanks!