Poverty

Location

33309
United States
26° 11' 20.1228" N, 80° 10' 34.8492" W

Raised on nothing
no money to call my own
sleeping on the floor
so many nights going to bed hungry
so many nights in a house with no lights

No self esteem
no future
no hope
no love
no care
no one but me

Constantly sick and in pain
cant take it any more
the headaches get worse and to much to bear
so ready to leave it all behind and let it all go
nothing matters any more

Poverty is not a joke
it is not a life you choose
it is not a game
i'm loosing my sanity
I don't know where it went
at this point I don't even care

Tired of living a disappointing and worthless life
this life of poverty i'm tired of
and ready to let it go

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