They walk by.
Not hearing my cries.
No one smiles,
I live on street tile's.
And i wear rags.
I ask for money,
They shout "Get a job ***".
I am very lonely.
And I have no hope.
And when I die.
No one will care.
People will say.
He was just a ***.
And plus he was probably on the streets due to drugs or doing something illegal so no biggie.