You're probably waiting for me to tell you that "everything is going to be alright", that "in just a matter of time things are going to get better". But honestly, they're not. It's only going to get worse from here.
Who would have thought that you'd be here, right? Addicted to drugs, all on your lonesome, waiting for that place to call home. Well, I hate to say it kid, but you're stuck. Stuck waiting on life, when it should be you making things better. But you're so screwed up, how could you? That's right. You can't. You can't take back the things you said to your mother before she killed herself. You can't go back and stop your dad before he beat you all those times. You can't change you. So, what now? Huh? What are you going to do now? Because you can't fix this: this thing you've become. So what now? What NOW?
*I was bored and in bed, and this shot-to-the-heart-kind-of-story popped into my head. No. None of this had happened to me, except the voices that tell me these lies. Jesus has saved me, though. He is why I wake up in the morning.* -Nikki
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Be You- Short Stories
Storie breviShort stories and poems combined into one book. Contact me to get yours added in, or just sit back, relax, and enjoy these exciting stories. ;P
