Why doesn't anyone like me? I didn't do anything to them... did I?

Did I do something to make mommy and daddy mad? Is that why they ran away from me?

What did I do that makes people hate me so much? I'm a good girl! Really! Why do they all hate me?

It isn't fair. Just walking around, I see other families, together, laughing, smiling. I don't have a family. I don't even have a friend.

No one cares about me. Not even the other poor kids. They have each other. I don't even have that. And it makes me really sad.

I just want to be happy again. Like I was when mommy and daddy were here. But no one cares, so I might as well just give up.

I'm so hungry. Why won't they give me food?

I'm so tired. Why won't the give me rest?

I'm so sad. Why won't they give me love?

It's my birthday today. But there isn't anything really great about my birthday. No friends, no family, nothing. I have no one to wish me a happy birthday.

I should be used to it by now. I've been alone for 2 years now, ever since I six years old. It's been two years since anyone gave me a hug, or read me a story, or told me that they love me. And that's all I want anymore – a warm, friendly hug every day, a nice bed, and someone who loves me. But everyone in this place makes sure that I know that no one loves me. I want to leave this place. But it's too far to the next place for me. And no one will take me. And it hurts.

I'm so hungry today, my birthday. I haven't gotten food in a long time.

The rain hurts now. It's cold. It stings my face to look up into the sky. I should be used to it by now though. Two years of rain, snow, wind hurting my body, while the people here hurt my heart. I want to leave. But I can't.

I'm tired of this sadness. But it won't go away, no matter how hard I try. I cry, and nothing comes out anymore. I've cried too much. But too much will never be enough.