The World

The people walk by, not seeing a thing

They don’t want to be involved or receive any of the troubles it might bring

They are selfish and cruel, unjust, and unkind

With only themselves and no one else in the back of their minds



I sit down on a dirty old wall, staring at the people that pass by

I am ragged and hungry, just another girl trying to survive

My friend lays besides me, in agony and pain

But there is nothing I can do, to relieve him of his strain



We are filth and dirt, nothing but trash

To be thrown away like a worn out tire with a slash
To be forgotten forever without a single hesitation

Because nobody care about our aggravation



Why is it that no one with stop to help me and my friend?

Why won’t somebody make our suffering end?





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