Let me set the record straight once and for all:
Just because my clothes are dirty -
Just because my hygiene is not up to your standards doesn't mean that -
I am not human or that
I have no feelings, or
...That I cannot hear
I lived the good life once
I had a beautiful wife and two wonderful children who loved me
I lived in a fine home and had a luxury car to drive
I rubbed elbows with the elite of my community
But all that changed five years ago
Somebody's oops became my nightmare
He ran into them head on and didn't even stop
Left them bleeding on the side of the road like trash
My family - gone - forever
Why couldn't I have died with them?
Why was I left behind to suffer ?
It was weeks before I could even get out of bed
Everywhere I looked, everything I touched,
Everything I ate reminded me of them
I tried going back to work... I really did
But I couldn't stop crying
I wasn't bring in the big bucks for the company-
Like I had over the last twenty years…
When they put me out of our home
I picked up our wedding picture and their favorite stuffed animals and walked away
I keep on walking and haven't looked back
So,
When you see me,
Don’t judge me…
Don't think that you know me
Don't think that I am just some lazy bum who doesn't want to work
I haven’t died yet, but…
I don’t know how to keep living