Through the window I saw...

You're rejected. Your eyes are wet as you're looking through the window. Lick the glass. Just imagine. That's all you can do. Your sense of smell is driving you mad. You can hear voices. They're kicking you out. Your suffer is truly pointless, though you're sure you deserve it. Howling. Screaming. Crying. The rain is pouring down on your-bony-self, but you badly don't want to make a move. Full of hope. You're waiting for just one friendly look, for one soft hand. But it never happens. Everytime they throw you away. Again and again. So you go. Alone, with no agenda. As the sky is getting dark you're cutting your feet on roads. It should make you more strong instead of killing you. When the sky is endlessly dark you're getting more rejected, you Limping Dog.