I am not dead but I wish I were. I walk around like a Zombie, and pray for love.I live in a cave, which to you might mean nothing. I am a hobo who is in search for some loving. I rest my head on a rock and weep, the hardness of the rock makes me weak. I eat what ever comes along on the streets, weather it is in a dumpster or in some ones briefs. I drink my own fluids, just to live, and keep praying that god will give me a beautiful life to live. I am not healthy and nobody cares, I do not exist in anyones hearts, minds, or prayers. I hear a voice, it is calling my name, and it is asking me to relieve my self from all of this pain.

This poem was written to show that things aren’t always as bad as they seem. I mean you may feel like life is hopeless sometime, but nobody should ever have to deal with feeling like wanting to die, and like their is no purpose to life. I mean even if you think things are going so horrible, that they may not ever get better, you must push through because we as Americans have many freedoms and as long as we push through, and do what we have to do there will be nothing to be so depressed about.  I find that when things like, schoolwork, and family issues start to collide that’s when people get stressed. A lot of stress causes me not to be able to function as well as if their was no stress in my life at all. However if I don’t have stress in my life, how will I be able to grow, and learn from my mistakes, if my life was just “hey I’m going to do what ever I want and not work ever, and not go to college, and just be well, a hobo”. However, why would you want to be known as someone that has such a messed up life and can’t do anything about it to get better. I believe if you work hard and do what you have to do, to the best of your ability, who cares about what other people say, and do. As long as you know you tried your best you should be happy. I know that times get difficult and I make mistakes just like everyone else, but I am happy to say I am not a quitter and I will not give up, until I pass high school, hopefully this year. I admit I have been slacking a lot, but guess what teachers I am going to show you what I am made of, in a good way of course. I am going to walk down that isle, with pride that I did my best, because I know that I truly did my best, considering my circumstances.

Just Some Thoughts,

By Nathaniel Matthew Wolf