Life Can Be Cruel

Life is life
What your born into is your life
Whether you want it to be or not

Some are born into riches
And other, rags

For years I've wondered the streets
All alone
With no one to love me
No one to call "family"

I've never eaten anything but scraps
Only scraps,left over from people who could afford food

But thats the last thing i could ever do
Dark dumpsters hold my only meal
The only meals i will ever eat
For the rest of my life

For the rest of my life
I would sleep by myself on the sidewalks
Hidden in the dark alley ways

It's a never ending place
Always full of drug addicts and alcoholics
They dragged me into their miserable lives
and the next thing i knew, i was one of them
And i regretted it so much and wished for a better life

Constantly dreaming of a home
Praying for a place to sleep and food to eat

And people walked by me and saw my rags
But they just kept going, they didn't even stop

Then i finally realized no one cared
I was just 1 among the millions of other people

What made me so special
Why do i deserve a home more then the next person
Why do i even deserve to live

I'm nothing but a scratch only the body of planet earth
nothing but a teardrop in the ocean
and nothing that deserves another breath of air

by Kennedy