The sweet

Its the end the end of me my life. I've lost my family my home. My friends. I'm alone sitting on the stinky slimy streets I see, rich children with big teddy's, consoles and a tear always rolls down my cheek. I see kids coming back from school with sweets, I think of how they tasted but it made my tongue tingle from my hunger. I see birds fly freely and elegantly in the beautiful, blue sky that's how I want to live. I ask for money but I don't get one single penny. All I want is a life.