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The cold chills the bones

The cardboard forms my home,

The pavement is my bed

I have no pillow to lay my head on,

Forgotten by society

It seems to have given up on me,

Here in a doorway I rough sleep

I fell through the cracks

That most people don’t see,

Caused by bad mental health

And depression and anxiety,

But there’s no help

Not even in advanced societies,

Most would prefer to ignore me

Like I don’t exist or I am a disease,

They are frightened to end up like me

Consigned to life’s scrapheap,

But yeah that’s fine put all the blame on me,

Do you think I choose to be homeless

And to rough sleep here on the street.