The Little Hungry Boy

Every morning I wake up I die a little

It sometimes feels like every day is just a waste of time.

It's almost like being deserted

Like being forgotten.

They say no man is an island,

yet I feel like one.

Every day’s a struggle.

A struggle to eat, a struggle to stay alive.

I’m living a life of fear, still, no one cares.

My heart’s heavy, but there’s no one to share.

I’m just a child and yet am forced to carry a load I can barely bear.

Thanks for reading. You are the reason I write.