We are survivors

about me

I sat up gasping for air I rummaged for my inhaler in my small black bag I couldn't find it I started to panic when I saw it sitting beside a dirty old bin I grabbed it and pumped it twice my breathing started going back to normal
I lay down again staring at the black sky I shut my eyes as tears starting coming out your probably thinking what the fuck was that about well I have nightmares every fucking night yeah sounds amazing doesn't it?. It's worse I do t have comfort either except for my blanket that I've had sense I was born why don't I tell you a bit about me hi I'm Rocky... Just Rocky I'm 5,4 and I'm 11 well 12 in a couple months I have brown hair and green eyes I like making songs if you count that as a hobbie I don't know my mum and dad died a couple months ago yeah I don't want to get far into that it's nasty it's giving me shivers just thinking about it so yeah I'm all alone on the big bad world but I've managed to survive 12years I think I can go on till I'm 100 wait can you live til your a hundred? Be cool wouldn't it sorry get to the point rocky you must be thinking so I'm just out living on the streets #homeless boy but I'm surviving don't worry I'll get a job? Hahahaha I'm kidding no one would give a boy like me a job ok ok maybe I should try get one sell lemonade? Rocky where you getting lemonade from? Your right uhm "hey kid you enjoying talking to yourself there?" Some rando said to ohh me I rolled my eyes as the man left I stood up grabbed my small bag and shoved my blanket inside it and three the bag over my shoulder and started walking out of the alley way I was in and went a walk in the park it was starting to get bright as I watched the sunrise I sat down on a bench in the park someone ran past me must be doing daily runs huh who is he?