I live by my own
From my family I was thrown
No food to fill my tummy
For I Have only a penny.

One night we were in peace
The next I was in daze
Silent as a butterfly my own house was
I don't know how long will I survive this silent war.

Now here I am
In a silent street
Begging for something to keep
For I am only a beggar who does nothing but weep.

I Had to leave
and make my great escape
Where I won't hear the deafening silence
they have to say

THIS will have to end tonight
from a stranger's pocket I took a knife
and with just one slash
I ended my life


It was written from a beggar's point of view. =)