Living on the Streets

This little Boy writes, I Remember after many years of mental and Physical abuse from my Second Adoptive Father, Stealing a Couple of Cars, getting Involved with people that were already displaced and living on the streets, I ran away from them quite a few times. On one Occasion I recall meeting up with a Couple in a Boarding House in the Middle of the City. They Introduced me to, well they let me try some of their Pills. I took so many I overdosed nearly, was choking on my Tongue and was rushed to the Hospital. After this Happened, because of my age I was forced to go back to my Second Adoptive Family. I was their probably one week, and ran away again and stayed away. I was Officially Living on the Streets with nowhere to go. Days went by, meeting all sorts of people that were already living on the Streets. We use to go to the back of the Big Shops in the very Early Hours of the Morning grabbing Pies, Doughnuts Iced Coffees, Food that back in the day was left out for the shops for when they arrived in the Morning.