Can you feel the wind on your skin?
Can you tell where I’ve been?
I don’t know the way home anymore
Can I go back to who I was before?
Is home still there?
Or  did it fall away like the rest.
I sleep on the streets
I watch people walk by,
As if not seeing the pain in my eyes
Will you look at me?
Will you see past the dirt on my skin?
Can you see through the tears in my eyes?
It’s ok.
You can walk by me like the rest.
It’s alright.
You can pretend not to see me there.
It’s just fine.
You can leave me alone with my pain.
But what would happen if you gave me a hand?
Reached out?
Just passed me that spare change?
It’s normal I guess.
You can just watch me suffer.
You can just walk away.
You can...

But I wish you wouldn’t