I sit here alone in a dark narrow corner.
I look at the ground, my head in the clouds.
What is life to people like me?
I am but a small forgotten piece of Lego that was left under a living room settee.

If I close my eyes now and never wake up, who would care?
I sit here alone while people walk past and stare.
I look at my small ragged cup.
It is only filled up with bad luck.

No one bothers to help, they only stare.
They stare because I have nothing but a ragged cup and manky unwashed clothes.
But do they bother to help me?, no
All they every do is stare.

What is wrong with me?
Why does no one care?
I have no home not even shelter.
I am alone.

I can tell that people are scared of me.
It is the way look at me.
They look at me as if I were holding them at gun point.
But all I do is sit here.

I can’t remember the last time I saw my family.
I don’t even know if I still have one.
I wait for someone to care.
But no one ever wants to.


I sit here day and night.
I sit here in the sun and rain.
I sit here through every season.
I sit here and don’t even get up to get food.

I don’t even know how I am alive.
It is like I am already in the pits of hell.
I sometimes get so desperate that I rake the bins.
Nothing ever turns out good for me because all I ever do is dream.