It was just an ordinary day for me, always on the street, causing trouble to people, yeah I decide to do all those things after my bitch of a mother left me when I was 5 on the side of the road, so I just waited on that side of the road for 2 weeks, but she never came. And I learnt never to trust anyone cause they all turn their backs on me when I needed them the most.
Now you all are probably thinking how I survive off the streets, well I'll tell you by stealing and murdering, because its a harsh life here, no one cares if you are sick or dead cause no one is ever going to help ya.
But you know, my one main dream is to get off the streets and live with a family that won't hurt me and love for who I am but that the thing with dreams, they are always crush when you get to cocky, but until the end I choose not them.
This morning, I woke up in a cardboard box, shvirering with cold, snow freezing my bones and breath, I close my eyes and see a father with open arms, beckoning me to come. I ran but in the world I live, I take my last breath
