Onto the Streets I walk

filled with misery and

lack of hope

sadness spewing out like

tears in the falling rain

knowing I may never

see my family

or my friends

ever again

knowing deep down,

as the depression

slowly kills me,

that I may not live

another day,

I may not get married,

I may never see my children walk or talk,

go through life,

graduate high school,


get their first job,

and get married themselves and

have their own children,

because I may never

live to those happy days.

Now we set in guilt like

naughty little puppies

set out in the street

because I live on the



This poem is about: 
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