Young girl with a great heart. Play dumb but she book smart. Fooled around with them hood bums. Now she worrying about her unborn, no support she didn't have none. Mistakes? She said she never had done. Now she's feeling ashamed. She needs to understand she's not the only one to blame. To leave what's in her body, it's not your fault baby you had to stop it. Dreams of holding there little feet and hands, is hard to fight it. You was a young girl, who was in love with a ***. The feeling of sending gods gift back, girl you hate it. So you did it. Printed fingers on the glass, wishing this was your last, substances down your throat, eyes shutting, as the memories of what you had inside of you, another soul, was destroyed, because you was too young to hold, so you did it.
(Suicide and Abortion)