Sunday, 23 December 2012


I wish I wasn't here. 
I don't want to be in this house in this town. 
I don't want to be with my family. 

There is too much history. Too much that can't be said and that they can't provide. 

She didn't hug me and she didn't feed me. 

For years I've wondered how I sob the words 'I want my mum' and don't mean my mum.

1 comment:

  1. You've just held up a mirror to my feelings on being home.

    Hope you're well, and merry Christmas,