Cold nights, Semi-warm days

Sitting here for what seems like light years

 

Watching dozens and dozens just pass by

Like I’m invisible or just don’t exist

 

But why? Why do they proceed on?

Is because I'm not as fortunate as them or is it something more?

 

I don't ask for much

Just spare change that is all

 

But yet they still pass by

What do they think I will use it for

 

Do they think I'll use it for something bad?

Something good? Something evil?

 

All I want is to get rid of this hunger

Get rid of this chill

 

Have something warm to keep my heart filled

Something to keep me satisfied

 

But no, no one can see

The pain that is hidden so deep