The Story I Captured

The Sad Reality

Why do people have to suffer? Why do people have to live their lives struggling, day by day? It makes my heart weak to look into their eyes and see the reality of how they live. It makes me want to reach out and help them. To give them everything they need. But it’s hard to give what you don’t have yourself. There are people out there with mental conditions, being looked at different. People always watching them and nobody wants to be their friend. They’re too afraid of them. The poor. Afraid to reach out to them. The week. Afraid of the reaction they might give them. The Mentally Challenged.

Nobody knows what could happen. They sit there in their little corner, watching these high class people walk by giving not a care in the world. Yet in their mind their probably thinking I wish I had the strength to get my life back on track. To be able to stand tall and walk like that, or maybe their not thinking that. They could be saying who cares. Nobody cares about me. No one wants to acknowledge me, because to them I’m a freak, just a bum on the street. They look at me and say I’m not going to help you. You did this to your self. Don’t look at me for help. But how could they say that. To these unfortunate people. You don’t know their story. You don’t know how they got there.

It makes me sick to see the world we live in. We have all these governors, presidents, prime ministers, over the top people in control but yet our cities remain to be out of control. I have failed to see what they have done for these people. It’s more like our humanitarians out there who really care for them. The ones who really want to help them and not just pretend. Then again I could be wrong. Maybe these people in control our doing something and it’s cause there’s too many people out their struggling that they can’t help all of them. Let’s just hope they don’t give up on them. I wonder why some of these people go crazy. What is their mentality? Have you ever thought how easy it is for us to survive in cold whether but a struggle for others? These poor people are out their stuffing news paper in their shirts, cuddling together trying to warm each other. They don’t care if it matches or if it looks good. People like us will take a year and a day to leave there house if they can’t find the right outfit. Don’t Lie. Don’t shake your head and say you don’t do it. It’s not like that for them. The weak, the poor, the trouble minded. The addicted ones.

Yes. Let’s talk about addiction. The crack heads. Can we really blame them? It was hard for them to say no. It was hard for them to resist so rehab couldn’t aid them. People look down at them. But we really should be looking down at the people selling these drugs to them. Messing with their heads, their health. But it’s like a circle of poverty because some of these drug dealers are selling this stuff because their struggling their self. Broke, with no where to go.  Should we have pity on these unfortunate people? Do you want to help them? Help change their lives, the ones who have made the streets their homes. Aren’t we all tired of seeing the weak? The poor, the sick or are you guys already used to seeing it. It’s sad that no matter what, people will continue to walk past them. They will continue to look down on them and you know why, because it’s just the sad twisted reality of the world we live in.