Injustice

Broken. Dead. Failure. That's what I felt every time I looked in the mirror. Depression. Sadness. Anger. That's what others saw if they were smart enough to see past my facade. Knowing what I felt inside, I would I have to agree. I was on a path of destruction. Some would I say I was my own downfall waiting to happen. A man drowning himself in alcohol and loose women. That's what I had become. After all, that's all I was good for. Until Alzerro King f*cked up my day. One sentence completely...