Looking disheveled, palms on the pavement

Knees are bent, bruised, scraped

Hair covers eyes, the color alive

Abandoned, feeling so empty

The hair and flesh, even clothes, dull

Expression is dead

Vibrant eyes tell a story

Lips chapped, nose crusted with blood

Abrasions on the shoulders, back, thighs

Unwanted, uncared for

Crawling around in darkness

Waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

Left to die

Given away

Hopeless, motherless, loveless

Wounded and scared

How could it feel?

Could you feel good?

To know...

Someone's crying for you.

I'm crying for you.