IN THESE STREETS I CALL HOME

In these streets that I call home 
A backpack holds everything that I now own 
And with a cardboard sign I stand 
This is where I am
Some would say I deserve my pain 
Some would claim that my life will never change 
I feel like my entire family abandoned me
 I feel like the rest of the world keeps reprimanding me 
I’m judged without them knowing shit
The hurt is there without me showing it 
They stare at me as they walk by 
Yet they have no clue that I rather die than be alive 
And they may not know what I’ve been through 
You see me all high, but I rather be you!!!
I rather be with my kids 
I rather this not be the way that I live 
But the struggles are real And unless you’ve been in my shoes you won’t know how I feel 
That most nights I hope I don’t make it 
Because I don’t know how much longer by body can take it 
And I rather die alone
In these streets that I call home!