Abandoned

I didn't know then what it was like to be poor, hungry, almost out of hope, to be working for your brother's next meal each morning. Knowing that each hour isn't earning enough. Now I do, now I know it more than some.

You might not know the cold as I do. To me I know the cold best when it's seeping though my clothes and skin to my very bones. I know the cold well when it is ice ripping though your skin as you fall on your way to work.