Worked my fingers to the bone.
Burned my candles at both ends.
Still I end up all alone.
Short on family, shorter on friends.
Don't complain. Hide the tears.
My own choices brought me here.
I know I was wrong all those years.
But that gives no comfort, dries no tears.
Now hounds are nipping at my heels,
as I struggle with the monthly rent.
I beg. I borrow. I no longer feel.
Pride beaten down with borrowed cents.