The sky is dark I can not see.
The rain is forming puddles beneath my feet.
The streets are emptied, No one is here but me.
I am wet, cold, hungry, and scared.
I have No where to go, but the streets.
My clothes have holes in them, and I am wearing no shoes.
I walk the streets dreaming of a nice warm place to stay.
Day and Night I watch my back, for any trouble I may come upon.
I wonder everyday where I am going to stay next.
I have NO family around anymore.
I am surprised I have survived this long.
I feed on nature around me.
I sleep on the ground covered in poision ivy.
I have bruises and scratches all over my body.
The skin is worn off my feet, you can see my bones.
I wish I had a place to go , to get what I need.
But I am on the street. And the sky is dark I can not see.

Part 2

The sky is still dark, and I am still all alone.
It is now a month later.
The rain is coming down.
My clothes are so badly torn, that I am half naked.
I still have yet to see a house, a car, or even a person.
I am sick of eating nature.
I am very sick, and having nothing to take, is not helping me.
I pray everynight beneath the stars, to keep me alive just a little longeer.
For I am to young to die.
How I long for new clothes, a warm bath, a place to stay, and food to eat.
There is blood coming out of my body vey heavily.
My hair is so long; in need of a cut.
At night while asleep, the animals feed on me.
Disease fills my body.
Going to the hospital is not an option,
I have no way of paying for it.

Part 3

One Year later, I am still holding on.
I am getting so weak.
I am going to die.
Holding on to life is No longer an option for me.
My time has come,  so I lie down and say GOOD-BYE.
The Sky Is Dark I can not see.