Homeless by Matt

Homeless

What does homelessness look like to you?…
A guy on the park bench with a bag full of glue?
Or the man sat in the subway with nothing to do?
What does homelessness look like to you?

How homeless do you think you are?
Sure you’ve got a nice house and a job and a car
But you really don’t know quite how fragile they are
How homeless do you think you are?

Six months ago I had it all
Two kids and a girlfriend, pictures on the wall
And to everyone looking in I had it all
Six months ago I did have it all

But then one day everything broke
Arguing over nothing, the monster awoke
Went from being ‘me with a house’ to ‘that homeless bloke”
Cause one day everything broke

And so then I’m out on the street
Two quid in my pocket and nothing to eat
Relying on others for somewhere to sleep
It’s that or I’m out on the street

So what I am trying to say?
You never quite know how your life’s going to sway
We’re all so naïve thinking life’s all ok
You don’t know how life’s going to sway

If you’ve suffered with your mental health
You’ll know it’s intrinsically tied to the state of your wealth
And it’s one sneaky fucker, not overt, it’s stealth,
When you suffer with bad mental health

Let’s say you break up, and like that’s not bad enough
Your friends can’t help you and then you’re out sleeping rough
And the cold, and the pity and shame is so tough
When you’re out on the street sleeping rough

You try your best to keep your job
But thinking of life makes you act like a slob
And sooner or later you give it some gob
And your boss lets you go from that job

No job, and no house – but hey, you’ve got your car
But it don’t run on nothing – fresh air won’t get you far
The car loan payments get missed and you’re under the stars
Now no job and no house and the bank took your car.

Two months of no money, no food and no rent
And if your friends can’t help you, your money’s all spent
Then you’ll find yourself on the same slippery descent
No money, no food and no rent

How homeless do you think you are?
Take a look in the mirror, don’t have to look far
Look around at your house and your job and your car
How homeless do you think you are?

Next time you see someone homeless – don’t just pass by
For “There but for the good grace of God go I”
And even though the thought of this might just be risible
They are still a human, not fucking invisible

So where would you go if your life’s in a state?
To the angels in blue, if you’re in Harrogate
With warm beds and support they put food on your plate
If you’re homeless & your life’s in a state

You’ll never quite know the good work they do
With smiles and compassion & hoodies of blue
And not one person will they ever reject
The angels at the Harrogate Homeless Project.

Matt 2017

Matt was a resident at Harrogate Homeless Project, and has recently moved into more independent living. This poem is about his own experiences.

Thank you to Charlotte from HHP for sending this to us, and Matt for giving us permission to publish it on the blog.

Homeless by Matt