by Suicidal Christy, a child from the 3rd World.

I never smile.
I never laugh.
I never cry.
I'm never sad.

I feel nothing.
A beautiful statue.
I watch life pass by
while i wait to die.

Why do I think of death?
Why do I think of hell?
Why do i sit and stare
at nothing for hours?

'Smile more often', they say.
'Laugh more often', they shout.
But with $42 to my name,
what should i smile about?

A Preacher once told me;
'Smile...Jesus loves you'
So I asked for a loaf of bread.
'Have faith' he said as he left.

So here I am;
I have no Father
I have no Mother
but I guess I'll smile cause Jesus loves me.

Bye!
Till we meet again!!
Suicidal Christy!!!