The Beggar

I am thinking about lots of things.
About, how I can see things the way I saw them before this happened.
It saddens me, to see time pass by. All I can do is, lay down and be fed.

I am really frustrated.
At this state, my legs cannot move, my arms are numb. Every person in this hospital treats me as a child. I can't help but be angry.

That car that hit me?
They never found it. Evidences? No one really cared.

Before this incident I always walk by the ally, the streets and the roads.
No accident or near accidents happened.

And then this?
HAH.
Just once in my life and I f***'n ended up like this?

How unfair could it be? What wrong have I done?
I have always prayed to YOU yet you did not even answer my call.

LOOK AT ME.
Someone you abandoned.

I live my life walking in the streets, sleeping under the overpass, acted like a pig getting food from trash bags, begged for coins. I felt the worst stage of hunger, thirst, loneliness, envy and the urge of just STEALING.

YOU left me ALONE.
This must not be happening if YOU did not leave me...
You're the only one I got yet you let my limbs be gone.

I WILL NEVER GO BACK TO WHO I WAS
IT IS BETTER TO DIE THAN TO SUFFER MORE THAN WHAT I HAVE BEEN SUFFERING
TAKE MY LIFE AWAY FROM THIS MISERY I NO LONGE...

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End Of Story

*The man died.
Poor him. He thought that his body is more important than his faith.
Tsk tsk tsk.

*I felt like writing. This is a point of view of a beggar that got hit by a car.