David Floyd

Again I would wake up alone and then walk on glass and brokenness. I took the gun from my night stand and pressed it to my temple. I closed my eyes and left the cool metel pressed to my head.
Something I've learned is a life without love is nothing. A life alone had no meaning. I dont even have a job at this point.
I set the pistol down and got dressed. "Not today."
I get dressed and start walking around. Since he couldnt see he didn't really know what the point was. He could still remember the street he was on. He used to walk around the damp streets and gets a hot coffee Every morning. He would then go play with the boys and then go home. Home was the only thing he never liked.
He never liked coming home to that bitch he called his wife. She would yell at him and make him feel worthless.
He then thought of Lexi. He didn't know how he would get by without her. He really had fucked up. He had found his happy place in her and it was gone within a year.