Left to Die

My family abandoned me,
Left me to die in the streets,
With nothing but my little stuffed husky doll.

My clothes flap wildly in the cold winter wind,
Shiver I must to keep me warm,
I feel death coming upon me.

I walk down the streets,
Looking for shelter,
But everyone refuses me.

I silently hide in an alley,
Hoping some kind of miracle would happen,
Yet nothing good comes my way.

To think you said your life sucked,
Well look at me now,
Still think I have a better life then you?

That horrid night,
Coldness drew upon me,
And I slowly died.