I decided to write a text from the perspective of a homeless teenager which does not drown in sorrow but tries to never loose hope. I encourage you to think before you judge someone. Youth hopelessness is a serious topic and just because you they don't 'look homeless' does not mean that they aren't.
Note: The #1 reason for youth homeless is abuse at home. That's why they run away. Drugs, laziness and stupidity are NOT why most of them are homeless.
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My eyes are wet,
I've cried too much,
Just like last night
And the nights before.
My stomach is hurting,
It's asking for something to eat,
But I have nothing to give.
My face is pretty
But behind my mask
I can't find a honest smile.
My grades aren't bad
Because you don't get grades
When you don't go to school anymore.
My legs are hurting
But they'll have to carry me
Until I find a place to stay.
My eyes want to rest
But they have to search for help
Before I can afford to sleep
Because I can't stay here.
My house has never been a home,
Just a place to be.
A place to fear,
A place to avoid.
My room has never been a place of privacy,
It was a room full of bad memories,
A box full of pain,
A prison in which I went mad.
My clothes aren't dirty
Because I always find a way
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