Mary had a dead beat dad
His fist hit hard and cold
Every time that Mary screamed
Her dad would hit two fold
One day Mary ran away
She sought escape from home
She ran until her legs collapsed
Left withered and alone
  
Two men saw Mary late one night
They sought to take advantage
Mary noticed and she tried to fight
But had the least of leverage
As Mary lay with blood still fresh
Her mind and body numb
She thought of how to end it all
Each thought so very glum
  
A body lay upon on the ground
That of a dead young lady
Her body bruised with blood around
Skin still warm but faintly
On her chest a message etched
The message reads as follows
"I don't deserve to live
And neither does my father
Because of this fact
I feel an overwhelming sorrow"
  
This may have been a story
But its one rooted in truth
A child is a gift
We must protect the youth