vodka

I wanna be free.
Now I understand that somebody who really loves you cannot suffocate your art...
Fake love.
I misunderstood passion for love.
I made a child with a man that doesn't really give a fuck bout us.
He left a teen ager with a 6months old baby.
Two childrens alone while he was hangin' around.
Now he's back,he wants a second chance.
Sorry,daddy but I don't let you screw up my entire life for a second time.
no,non,no!"you don't love yes I know know"
you just need me.
I tried to forgive you but I can't.
Finally I understood that art is the only thing that makes sense in my existence.
You won't tear us my apart from what I love.
You turn black everything you touch.
Bad vibes.
Don't want them anymore,even if you're the father of my daugher.
You stole my innocence and my freedom.
I learn how to survive on my own.
You left big wounds.
Only time can heal,you steal even my sexual appetite.
I'm scared about men.
Now I only wanna be released from this sick love.
I arrived to desire you to pass out.
maybe death is the only way to get free of your curse...

i love lius royo's paintings