The word “HOMELESS”
I am homeless because…. I didn’t take school seriously.
I am homeless because my parents couldn’t handle my behaivior and sent me out.
The memories flash through her as she digs through the garbage for food.
When was I ever happy, she thinks to herself as cold pores through her sole
I had everything a kid could ask for: clothes to die for, food, which now that she thought about she didn’t have, and a family that loved her through everything.
Now I’m stuck out out in this cold world hungry, alone and with only sadness in the pit of my stomach
Why did things get this way? Why am I alone?
Is it cause I always did what my friends told me to do.
Was I not getting enough love from my parents, oh I miss them so much.
But why, the’d always gotten on my nerves.
Dad was always in my face when I took to long to get home.
I even ran away from home one day.
I’de wish I’d been a good child, now I’m on the streets without anyone.
Feelings evolved through me since I’de been on the streets.
I miss everyone so so much, tears drip down to worn out shirt
I remember what they all told me, if I kept acting bad that I’d end up on the streets.
Now I’m here and this is my punishment
Alone, cold and sad, this is what I have to live through
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