Diary Of a Homeless

It was a cold night and I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me. I felt bad for myself and I don't understand why I endured it for so long. My thoughts were a fuzz and my soul felt numb. I was left out in front of a street that led to a shelter that was suppose to help me, but they couldn't. Instead, they sent me to a different location where friendly faces and warm welcomes were a lie. Lies that covered the room from wall to wall, top to bottom. Lies to the ones who actually wanted to leave and be free. Getting in the way of feeling like a "free" person and more like a criminal/troublemaker that needed to be placed somewhere they can see them to make sure that they don't get in trouble. Being watched was not the way, being a prisoner of a system like this is a nightmare. Not sure where any of this will get me, or any of us that share this story, but I hope that this is not the end.