Holes in my clothes,
No one cares to know.
Pants ripped like rags,
My bed is in a bag.
Hating each day,
To God I do pray.
My wife has died,
She committed suicide.
Cut with a knife,
Loss of her life.
Shoes that I lack,
My feet full of cracks.
Skin covered in dirt,
Stomach really hurts.
Feeling so weak,
Haven't eaten in a week.
Sleeping on sidewalks,
To myself I always talk.
Listening to cars go by,
Must step out and just die.
Ending the pain,
A better life I hope to gain.
