Anonymous
Beloved of All
My mother is gone. My father is gone. I watched them leave me, and I became an orphan when I was still a child. I have no birth certificate. I have no ID. I have no document to prove that I am a human being. In the eyes of this world, I do not exist. I went to many people. I trusted them. I thought they would protect me because I am small and alone. But they all failed me. They left me. They promised, then they disappeared. They saw me hungry, they saw me cold, they saw me broken, but they turned their faces away. I am abandoned by every hand I ever held. Now, I am sick and helpless. I have no medicine. I have no strength to struggle anymore. I sleep without food, in pain and without medicine. I have prayed in hunger. I have prayed in the cold. I have prayed in my sickness. I called God, I called Him as a daughter calls a father. I said, "Father, see me." But the heavens are silent. My prayers go up and come back empty. I kneel, there is no answer. I cry, and there is only the echo of my own cry. What sin did I commit as a little girl to deserve this? Why does everyone who says they love me leave me to die slowly? I have nothing left to give, not even tears. If you are listening, if you are seeing me, this is not a story. I am human. I am sick. I am helpless. I am not mad. I am here in ###. I am cold. I am hungry. I am sick. I am alone. I am helpless. Please, I need help. I need your prayers before I disappear completely. ###, age ###.
