Poverty Child

Garbage covers the streets
Dirt on my feet
Shards of glass stab into me
I have no one but myself
The rest can burn in hell
I'm nothing but a shell
There was no one to pick me up
When I fell
Life is so dull
I am what they call
A poverty child
Parents killed off by the world
Crushed by the economy
It took everything out of me
Looking down at my chest
God I am bleeding
Heart starts pounding
As it drips pass my breast
My head feels light
Body feeling heavy
Vision blurred
Suddenly I'm falling
Then it all goes dark
Freeze
Time rewinds

To be continued.....