The world is what he carries around,

a substantial weight weighing him down

Never looking up but continuously down, his head is always to the ground

Often comes across his mind, “I think it’s bout my time”

Time to leave this world, and leave this world behind

Everyone hates me, I don’t feel loved at all

No one’s with me, alongside me, roundabout me, to grasp me when I fall

The dirtiest of dirt is how I feel

I never in my life had a home cooked meal

I’m 17 years old, under no circumstances should I feel like this

Never had a first time, So I imagine my first kiss

My name is David Carwell, a name that I made up

Been on the streets since I was 10 surviving only by luck

Where’s my mom, where’s my dad

Where’s the family I never had

Never had an associate, never had a friend

I’m done, I’m tiered, I wash my hands, today for me it is the end