The Deserted Suitcase Kid

Walking down the road where the lights don't shine
Step after step my feet move back and fourth
I feel the cold air travel down my spine
Continuing North...
I do not know my destination
Just like so many other times in the past
Picking up and leaving with no hesitation
Hoping this journey isn't as hard as the last

Living in no real home is hard to bare
With my suitcase as my life, my friend
Walking along the streets as people stare
Hoping this torment would end
Squatting in the corner of the public park
In the wind, the rain, the sun or worse
Begging for it to soon get dark
So know one can see my hidden curse

For all that I have told you the worse is to come
You see I'm not just a homeless with no where to go
I'm also a child of ten with out a mum
There is still something that you don't know
It was me who committed those sins
Tied them up and set them alight
What better choice than the two twins?
Sat there and watched them scream with fright

My mother then disowned me for killing her boys
Chucked me out and changed the locks
So now i'm ten, I have no home, no toys
Living in the park behind my old blocks
My friends have forgotten all about me
They know longer remember that I exist
As days go past I forget who I used to be
I'm no longer loved... No longer missed

So this is my story of a boy living in a suitcase
You may think I deserve it
But did you ever consider why I did it in the first place?
You probably think my parents are trustworthy- Legit
How wrong your judgment soon became
About the once innocent little boy of this story
Who now lives struggling to remember his name
As his parents beam in their glory.