Hershey, PA, USA
I no longer believe that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
Now growing older, my lonely heart just gets colder,
but what do you expect from a man with no love in his life,
who would want to be a poor beggar's wife?
and how, on these streets, can i ever find love?
"Why me?!" I ask of God above,
"Why didn't i get the chances everyone else gets?
"What could i have done to deserve all this?"
All i wanna do is get out of this place!
rags on my body, and mud on my face.
my own stench starts to constrict my breath,
as i lay here waiting, welcoming death.
why should i even try to survive,
nothing good can come from me being alive...