No Tomorrow
I used to be quite beautiful
The world was mine to own
I had so many things to do
but now I’m all alone
I turned my back on everything
when my mind slipped away
&& now I don’t know who I am
I’m just another stray
Dirty && disheveled
living broken in the street
Thinking of the person
who I never got to be
Will I ever laugh again?
My world is only sorrow
I never really stood a chance
There is no tomorrow
–by Klare Annette
written about a homeless man
