Alone

The hardest nights are the ones where you’re here, but then you leave. When we laugh and we joke and we speak and we shout and we argue and we smile. When I’m reminded what family feels like. Then you go and the life leaves the house.

Aaaarrrrgggghhhh

What to say? Where to start? Feel my life being torn apart. Love is painful, but a pain I crave. A lifeblood I struggle to keep or save.

2016

2016: a year to forget for many, more and more people forced to keep pinching pennies. People using food banks to keep their family fed, hung heads, starving kids in their beds, if not dead. And instead of helping more they make cuts to the poorest, to the needy, let their fat cat friends stay…