• Rain comes pouring down on me.
    Homeless and orphaned.
    The rain falls on my small body.
    So many pass by me and ignore me.
    Hungry and cold.
    I begin to walk the packed streets.
    People wearing expensive things glare at me.
    Dirty and small.
    I watch the unknowing pass by.
    I stare at the unknown,
    Wishing I wasn't even born.
    Crying and alone.
    I play with anything left of the ground.
    People still unknowing.
    Bruised and lost.
    I get lost in the large crowd.
    I get scared from the loud sounds.
    Tired and sick.
    I begin to get sick.
    I start to sway.
    Miserable and dying.
    I finally fall.