“Stop breaking your back for people who wouldn’t even bend theirs for you”
“All about me this year, focusing on myself and treating people how they treat me”
“Let go of toxic people and live your best life this 2018”
Can I fall apart?
Like for a second can I not be strong?
For a minute can I just.
Could I let myself drop?
Smack, face down into the ground
And not pick myself up
Would that be so bad?
To fall apart.
I just kinda need to fall apart
To say everything by saying nothing
To sit in silent safety until I’m ready,
First of all I’d like to say Read more
I told myself that what mummy doesn’t know won’t hurt her. That the loubs on her feet will be enough and won’t desert her even if I did. Though I weren’t there when she needed me and now I see that she needed me, I needed the streets because we needed to eat and me not being home just wasn’t that deep. And I was deep in it, and deeping it, it weren’t good for me. But I wasn’t doing this for me I was doing this for them, dreams at age 10 of being in the prem but life took out the R and I fucked around and nearly caught an M so life threw in an N and I landed in pen, and if I knew then what I knew now? Shit. Read more
It was cold. The middle of the winter usually is, but as Larissa tightened the flaps of her jacket around her neck she began to question whether this room was colder than it was outside. The air in there was different, thicker but cooler and every breath left a stale almost wooden taste in her mouth. The posters dotted around the yellowing walls were beginning to turn up at the edges, the pieces of plastic placed on top meant to slow the process of paper decay didn’t seem to be doing a very good job. Read more
At night, these streets had the power to be both deafeningly quiet and abhorrently loud at once. It never seemed to be dark here, not completely. Light came through in many forms, it shone through bedroom windows, flashed blue on the tops of unmarked cars and sometimes if you followed the light upwards it looked as though God himself was illuminating these streets by hand. But the lights from above were just as ungodly as the blue lights flashing on top of the unmarked cars, because though its job was to seek out young devils up to no good, it instead served as a daily reminder that these streets must be in hell. Read more