The big issue

People staring,
No one caring
Walking past her in the street
Nowhere for her to retreat.

Crying into a tissue,
Selling the big issue
Just 16 years old,
Life so very cold

Trying to sleep at night.
People wanting a fight
Telling her to get a life.
But in fact, shed rather have a knife

And end her life of pain.
Where all she has is the shame
This girl crying into a tissue,
Trying to sell the big issue.