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- Bashar Jackson/Pop Smoke 💫 -- Brooklyn, New York -

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- Bashar Jackson/Pop Smoke 💫 -
- Brooklyn, New York -



"fuckkk!" i groaned throwing a vase onto the floor before sitting back on the bed and putting my head in my hands beginning to cry again.




i'm not okay.


i'm not okay at all.


i fucked shit up with Ny and now i got nobody to go to.

i told her she meant nothing to me when she literally means the fucking world to me in every way.


i've blocked out everybody.


just being by myself.


i can't take this shit.

i pulled my phone out going straight to Ny's contact before hesitating a little.

i clicked her name letting it ring.



"hey" she said lowly.


"Ny baby i'm so fuckin' sorry.. i need you and i need you bad" i said completely breaking down. "your all i want, Ny. please come back to me, man"



"B-but you said-"



"i know what i said. i didn't mean it, ight'? i need you here with me Ny. ion' know what i'm finna do to myself if i stay without you" i could her hear her sniffles. "i need you more then ever, baby"


"i-i'm on my way" she said before hanging up.



looking down at the multiple empty bottles of Hennessy, it just made more tears slip down my cheeks.


i can't stop and i have no idea why.


i got up throwing them into the trash before going and sitting on the couch.


this shit hurts. i'm hurting my family



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"pop?" i heard Ny's voice making my eyes light up as i got off my bed and went down the hall soon seeing her standing in the kitchen.



i just pulled her into a hug hearing her let everything go while i did the same.


"Ny ion' know what's going on with me baby i can't control this shit! i'm so confused.." she pulled away. "i'm losing myself, Ny. i need you" she pouted wiping my tears but they kept falling.



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