24 August 2012
The stone cold pavement against my cheek Depression is the reason i feel so weak.
Sleeping rough,Means no food to eat Not even a drink on this cold crowded street.
No roof over my head,not a penny to spare I feel patronised by the publics stare.
Kicked out my own home with just the clothes on my back And a old battered blanket stuffed in a rucksack.
By day i beg and plead for money With nothing to call your own not a single day is sunny.
By night i curl up on a street corner and wait for the morning to come By the time i start to fall asleep i can already see the sun.
I am homeless and life has no reason anymore I don't want to live and it tears me to my core.
So these are my last words before i go Never end up like me,its no way to live you should know.
Homeless • Opuss № I