I'm starving. I'm thirsty. I'm cold and I'm tired. My stomach is growling and my throat is parched. My lips are cracked and I can taste the blood. I'm squinting my eyes walking down the street, against the harsh sweet winds. I only have one sock, one shoe, one hat, and one coat. I've been sitting on the side walk. I'm with others, they're coughing, crying, tossing and turning. Some of them are old and some of them are lost. I've been trying to survive; stealing and begging. I've been doing things I never thought I would do. People look at me and think I have some disease? Why? Just because I'm living on the streets. I had a house, a car, and food. I took it for granted and now look where I landed.