Alone and not lost

She walks down the street, knowing she's got no where. She doesn't know how to live and she's hanging on like a leaf. She's about ready to fall and flow away, along with the wind. She's just about done walking the streets, looking for the next destination. She's got no idea where she's headed but she keeps her shoes clean and keeps walking along the path to no where. She's got family somewhere, but she doesn't see what she's missing out on, because she's never experianced love in any form. She's scared, but she accepts how her life is and will be, because she's lost all hope. She doesn't believe in religion. She doesn't pray. She only depends upon herself, that's all she's got and all she's ever had. Her mother birthed her, but she didn't want her. Didn't keep her. She never planned on it either. She's got nothing to look forward to, ever. She lives each of her days, trying to survive. Trying to stay alive. Trying to stay in control. Resisting suicide, resisiting violence. Trying to find a way out. A 5 dollar bill makes her smile, because she can buy a warm meal. A ragged dirty sweater makes her happy, because it can keep her warm at night. All she wants it to be saved. She never asked for this. She's stuck and living her life in a circle. No fun, no excitement, no love, no joy, no happiness.