Our world

I walk along an empty street
Listening to the sound of my feet
Making sounds on the broken floor
No-one to hear me anymore

Broken down cars lying , dusty and cold
Decaying food, covered in mould
Houses with smashed and ruined doors
People not caring anymore

A teenager hangs from their bedroom ceiling
No longer caring, No longer feeling
A parent, leaving their broken home
Wanting to be on their own

A girl who's father beat and raped her
A woman who's husband went and left her
A boy who's mum and dad are dead
Sniffing solvents to escape his head

I walk along seeing people crying
Watching their loved ones, tortured or dying
Is this the way our world is meant to be
People living unhappily

An old lady living on her own
Crying because she's on her own
Missing her husband missing his touch
Wanting some company so so much

*I have lenghthened this it is called our world too*