Is this the end


I hate this feeling when depression sets in,
with no place to live and winter ahead.
You live in a alley or under a bridge
wondering if this is where it all ends.

So if you see me at night with a tear in my eye
it is not that i am out on the streets.
It is the attitude that people have towards the homeless
while knowing it can happen to you.

With more and more companies closing their doors
and throw in a couple of bad breaks,
you could find yourself sleeping with me outdoors
wondering if this is where it all ends.

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