Living on the street, crouching under a bridge to stay dry. Looking through trash cans for what others have left behind. No one to call nor anyone to care. Does anyone even know that I am here. My shoes have holes in them I can never get enough sleep. My clothes haven't been washed in a month and I have no appointments to keep. Shuffled from one part of town to the next, no one seems to care. If I were gone I wouldn't be missed. I walk through society, I am an illusion. People see me but to them I am invisible. I never asked to be this way, it just happened one day. I woke up and I had no one to care and no place to stay. It could happen to anyone, yes even you. If the circumstances are right you could wake up and see, how  your world has been taken from you and you are now like me, homeless.