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Squad

  • Phoenix
  • Apr 19, 2017
  • 1 min read

These people, I just met. Months ago. I needed them for I was alone but not fully alone.

I had lost those who I thought meant something to me. Those who I thought I meant something to them.

I was wrong.

I was kicked out and left to find myself in a place where I had nothing to do with anyone.

These 4 girls brought me a shoulder to cry on.

(Billie, Emily, Georgia, Komay)

I was there for them first but once I got in I couldn’t get out. I needed them.

I was going through a tough time and I had harmed those around me. Myself. My Mom.

I needed these girls to help pick myself out of the hole I have digged.

I need them.


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