My day up town

I can feel the bitter breeze of the winter’s air. My body is covered with goose bumps that layer my skin. I have no money to eat. so I search the bins. People walk past and laugh but their so quick to judge. but they "Don’t know the life I’ve lived" The days with my children I’ve missed! I walk with ***** soaked clothes. "this is the summer of the homeless and there sun kissed skin". "please sir can you spare some change", he looks straight through me and replies "get a job!! I fill with fire and rage! From within I politely smile... say "I am hungry" and shake my tin. You all wonder why I look ill...."Or why I am so thin". I am banging on the councils doors "please please let Me in" 15 was the age I last slept in a bed since. I am now 25 I live a ***** life.. 35 "no goals" "no Achievements". accomplished in my life. So I overdose on drugs. just to get off the streets the thoughts in my head haunted through the night. Surly morally this can’t be right. "Enjoy your bed tonight!" why I enjoy sleeping.... In needle filled bushes. My mouth is dry, I'm hungry to but I need my fix or at least until or at least enough just make Shakes subside. It's a possibility that drunks could attack me tonight! What happen to the world’s leaders? Putting the wrongs to rights. "I have to keep on the move so I don’t get moved on from the best spots". For me to make the money. For what I am so desperate for!i "So I remain out of sight".. "enjoy your comfy bed tonight". I guess I’ll just sit outside salvation army being" "Kept awake by my hunger pains"! That eat me from inside as I close my eyes...."can I ask for just a minute"? Until I die. Dsmith