Children living in the streets
Cardboard boxes
Under bridges
Children
Abused
Hurting
Scared
They have no one they can trust
Everyone they had trusted
Had let them down
Some emotionally
Some physically
Some in ways I Will not speak
These children are runaways
Running from the evil that haunts them
Running from the society
That has done them wrong
Some children
Instead of running
Choose to take their own lives
For they feel
That no matter what the do
They are trapped
Death is the only escape
Children living in the streets
Cardboard boxes
Under bridges
Chicken
Abused
Hurting
Scared
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
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