"I'm sorry I wasted your time.", I said with tears in my eyes.
As one tear fell down my face, I managed to smile.
I threw my jacket on, I wouldn't be back here in a while.
I ran to my room, and took few things.
I wouldn't dare to take anything worth more than me.
Which obviously means, I took barely anything.
As I ran out the door, I heard him scream, "And don't you come back."
I felt like some sort of diseased rat.
They finally just set the fucking mouse trap.
I remember the first time after that, that I tried to nap.
All I could do was wonder, tear up, and break inside.
Wondering what was I going to do with my life.
As the reality sunk in, so did the knife.
I realised that I had just been with my parents for the last time.
His words repeating in my head, her sobs like a sympathy.
Making this hurt turn to complete misery.
I felt the pavement on my cheek, so chilly and dirty.
I deserve no one's pity.
So I got up, and went farther into the city.
I'm as worthless as an opinion.
I'm as sour as a lemon.
I'm as sure as a chance in a million.
And not a person I know will understand what I'm feelin'.
As my favorite song crept into my empty head,
so did the frustrtion and dread.
I sung quiety to myself,
trying not to annoy people with my mouth.
But someone still heard, and they threw three dollars to me.
That three bought me a soda when I was so thirsty.
A rumble from my stomach, a pain in my gut.
As the need for food started to errupt.
I stood up.
I sang a song loud, a song I wrote in my head that day.
It talked about how my parents are Christians..and their faith is more important than me.
I sang about the pain, sorrow, and hurt. I sang about my father's church.
I sang about how my new jeans, and how now they're covered in dirt.
I even sang about my so called, 'worth'.
A man looked at me, and threw down some change.
I swear, I'll never forget his face.
Then came a woman who wore a dress of lace.
I saw a man near who had a guitar case.
The man with a guitar pulled me to the side.
He said, "So, you gonna sing to stay alive?"
I shook my head, and he suddenly said, "Well, hey.."
"You sing, and I'll play."
I smiled, and that's what we did.
Soon that man became my best friend.
