Childhood · depression · Life

This is my life

I am cold

Nights on the street

Found somewhere to hide

Got nothing to eat


Don’t want to see anyone

Don’t want to be found

Sick of life at home

Felt so bound


My tummy rumbling

No money left

Got to eat something

Then I can rest


I leave my armchair

In a stone outhouse

To forage for food

Just like a mouse


To the corner shop

To browse the shelves

Beans and spaghetti

I help myself


Under my coat

I dart for the door

They try to stop me

I push them to the floor


I run back home

Shaken and scared

15 years old

My life laid bare


I open the can

With a rock and a knife

I eat my dinner

This is my life


Searching for you is a collection of poetry about love, heartbreak and happiness. A raw journey looking at our search in life to find ourselves and that special someone.

6 thoughts on “This is my life

      1. It was such a long time ago in a very sad moment. Just to think how lost I was, and at that age when the realisation comes. What will I eat? How will I go to the toilet. I don’t want people to know where I am. To be seen by the police. Scary. Thank you for your words.


      2. People must not be knowing or police might not seen you as you wished but God must know n noticed your struggles. So are you today a proud father and a great Man. Loves to you my friend. Thanks for sharing. πŸ™πŸ’–

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