No sympathy

Drinking down my sorrows.
Sitting on the street corner...
Watching people pass by
me not even,
Glancing in my direction...
For I am nothing to them...
But a spot on the street,
Nothing but s**t to them...
But also I am nothing to me...
I reject help...
But yet I throw it around freely,
To others that need it.
I receive money,
But yet give it to those that
Don't have any...
What am I like through,
Other peoples eyes?
Am I just what I said before
Nothing?
Or do people actually feel
sympathy when they see me
on the streets with a can at my feet?
Does anyone know what sympathy is like I know?
Or do they just ignore it?
But now I don't want to think...
For now I am drinking down my sorrows.

Author's Note

Well I don't know what I was thinking of. XD I think I was thinking of the homeless guy that I saw once... I don't know really but I just had one sentence in my head and boom words on this piece of paper that I wrote on 5 minutes ago. (Laughs)

Reviews

[Doctor Deathstab]

I guess some homeless people do have that self-loathing, pity me point of view. Honestly, I have little love for them because of the ones that choose to beg in the middle of highways instead of getting real jobs.