I wake up early in the morning
Not because its time to,
But its so cold, no blankets
I covered my self with cardboards,
Now they are humid because of dew.
I do not even know where to go
When I get out of these pipes.
No water, no food, no clothes,
No friends, no nothing.
I'm hopeless as hell.
I'm being beaten everyday.
Anyone who want to get rid of
Stress I became a punch bag.
I have got sores all over my body.
Nowhere to get help I disgust
Everyone at hospital.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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