"Don't go."
I turn.
Stare at the innocent child looking back at me.
Imagine her running after me.
Following me to places she must never see.
Seeing this horrible filthy life.
Every night is the same.
Slowly ebbing away hope.
She wouldn't understand, I hope she never has to.
I don't understand why she desires my presence.
All I do is cause pain.
Too much pain.