Streets

it’s dark and cold,
home sweet home.

days have gone by, years have past,
I sit at the station and wait for the best
No acknowledgement, I don’t exist.

I have a name, i’m a human just like you,
less money, clothes, painfully less food.

Drugs numb the pain as I walk the empty road, depressed and beat,
hoping for change,
I want to turn my life around, I want to get off of the street

Help! help! I can’t escape, i’ve sunken too deep,
days pass, people walk by, i’m still the same old me.

by T-Bo Luckerman, 16, John. F. Kennedy School, Berlin, Germany