Homeless letter Essay

Dear MichelleI got your letter today.

You seem in a really bad way. Everything seems to be wrong. Running away just isn’t the right answer!!What do you think its going to be like out there on the streets? You say you’ve hardly got any ‘dosh’, you think you’d survive begging everyday? Think you’d actually get far? You’d be sleeping rough on the streets! You think that’s paradise??It was as I stood in front of the neatly stacked boxes of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese that my feelings of hopelessness and desperation first began to change to bitterness and resentment. I watched the happy shoppers piling their carts high; enjoying abundance which far exceeds any human need.A minute later I lifted an eight pound package of ground beef off the shelf and stuffed it into my pants.

I had never stolen anything before. Poverty had reduced me to thievery. My self-image would never be the same. During that time I viewed society as my nemesis.

The dangers of living rough on the street unconstraint to thievery, which would turn the situation into an addictive and will smash you to smithereens. It’s dangerous out their no matter who you’re with, life ain’t worth this risk.The diseases you can catch you don’t want to know but I’ll still tell you:You can get pneumonia, no one to help, no one to comfort you and most important of all no one you can rely on.The places you sleep in, ask any hygiene inspectors and you’ll get an earful.

Trust me you wouldn’t want to sleep there.Remember? I’ve run away but didn’t last a week you saw how dirty and scruffy I looked no-one wanted to even look at me. Imagine yourself in a month’s time that’s only if you survive that long!Two years ago, I fell through the cracks of my life and ended up with only sky over my head and pavement beneath my feet.Nowadays you just can’t rely on punters to give you money.

Begging isn’t your strong point! You’ll just probably end up getting into even more trouble, such as stealing.Drugs and crimes that’s shoddier. Drugs is one way of looking to get money there are others such as prostituting, which I was led into, gave me no choice in order to gather money for my survival. Trust me life won’t get easier for you on the streets.What will you do when you’ve run out of money? Where will you get a bite to eat from? You will get sick easily and living rough ain’t any medicine!Try talking to your mother listen to her point of view and then give your opinion but once you leave home you won’t have no friends and no one to write to as you won’t have enough time cause you’d be too busy trying to save up for a bite to eat.

I think you need the truth girl and it’s about time someone told you. You think that I survived, well think again! Everyday you don’t have a clue how I feel. This past experience has just changed my point of view. Before I went on the streets I thought that I could live without the T.

V. but now, I know what it feels like. Trust me, a girl like you should be getting ready for her examinations. When I was out there, there was no-one there to help me and I mean no-one.Write soon………….Your best friendNaila Parveen


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