Today I took my eyepatch off to stare...at my face.

Stitches....every where....
What am I?

A Frankenstein?

A zombie?

Am...I a monster?

I have lust for terrible things.

Alcohol

Sex

Tar..

I touch the "X" stitch where i sewed my empty chest

I have no heart

Is emptiness real?

What if. .. What if I wasn't supposed to exist?

The world would be better without me.

No one would be dead.

Freddy wouldn't have to waste his time on me.

His father wouldn't have to beat me.

Hunter wouldn't have to worry.

Hogarth wouldn't have to watch over me

My daughters would be independent...