I am sick and tired of people.
The final goodbye to him was today. And no-one here knew. No-one cared enough to ask.
Yet funnily enough my girls knew. My real friends. In different places, for one even a different country. Yet she knew. I didnt need to approach them , to tell them, they just asked. I dont remember when someone here actually asked how I was, and meant it, wanting to know the ins and outs of my life, to listen, to care.
Get me out of this hellhole, this fake reality, this inescapable tunnel of blackness.
Push away the fake, the nasty, the pathetic, and step into the warmth of family and friends.
This wonderful city's lights have gone out now, it's time to go home.