I want to say that I'm sorry but I'm not. I got tired of ploughing through life everyday . Pretending to be something I wasn't. I haven't left my room in weeks and nobody has asked me why. It'll be perfect if I weren't even here even. My phone never rings. Nobody cares. I have… Continue reading To Whom This May Concern; A Suicide Note.
Am I allowed to dream of you? Holding hands and talking loud When humans are asleep? My back to the wall, legs crossed Your arms around a pillow, Talking about how our days went And how we're looking Forward to the weekend. Am I allowed to think of you? As mine, belonging to me and… Continue reading Am I Allowed To Dream of You?
Don't tell me what to think You have no right to Don't say I'll be fine You don't even know what that means Okay, maybe you do I don't care. Don't tell me to be kind I don't want to be I want to be as cold as can be Nice is for the weak… Continue reading Don’t Tell Me Anything : The Pessimist’s Creed.
I am scared that I might actually be wasting away my youth. Settling for things, when I can do better. Accepting a fate that I'm capable of changing. Refusing to think happy thoughts and toying with my health. I am scared that I am relying on a degree I hope to get from a failed… Continue reading I Am Scared, You Know.
Hello, I'm Dele and I'm in my last year of junior secondary school in a public school in our area. I live in Ibadan with my parents and five siblings. Our family is quite a happy one ,although sometimes, we don't get enough of what we want. I always give a big portion of my… Continue reading Tiny Seeds of Society.
SUNDAY. Mum was sitting in the backseat with me as we drove back from the hospital, sobbing in a way that thawed at my heart. We’d just been told I had three more days to live. I really wanted to cry, but I was too shocked to even move my lips. I took a… Continue reading When My Sun Set.