Do you know what its like to be betrayed by everyone you love, and disowned by your family? To lie with a plastic handle as your pillow, on a steel bench at the train station, because its as good a place as any that you have to sleep for the night. Have you cried to God to save you till your voice gives out and your tear ducts have spent their reservoir? If I could just get the energy to walk a little longer, to ask a few more people for spare change, I might be able to eat today. Or have enough for a 40. It is no longer an option, you see I have to drink. I have to drink so I can forget peoples stares. So I can stop myself from replaying and reliving the events that brought me to the person I've become.
They say "Get a Job!", and I think to myself would you please hire me? Please find me a way out of this? But they just keep walking by with disapproving stares while the change in their pockets could keep me fed for a week. People don't appreciate the simple things in life, like how it feels to just stand in one place without the fear of being arrested for it. To eat something everyday without worrying about how old it was and the fear of how sick it could make you. The ability to own clothes other than the ones you could fit on your back. And most of all how it feels to have someone, anyone, that will occasionally say, "I love you."
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