that dried the tears that you cried.
Memories still fresh in your mind.
You are an unwanted child.
what might come next. Finding
food in the trash cans that surrounded
where you slept. You know there is no
place like home but its one you
may never know.
Mother and father a disgrace.
So many bruises on your face.
People judge you enough to cast the first stone.
Cant sleep, cant eat. You just don't belong.
Cold and battered child
all alone at this point in time.
Waiting for the sun to shine
a light on your wonders of why.
Cardboard boxes as your home.
You are prepared to spend your life alone.
Time to end it all. This has been going on
for far to long.
Let go of the edge and let yourself fall.
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