I think about these things
Things that I would end my life because

If I become pregnant
If I lost my scholarship

I can't bring a child
Into a world that barely exists

I can't lose more money
I already have thousands in debt

Pregnancy
is not an option
It is a death sentence

Money
is a staple
Without, I am doomed

These are not the only
things
That would cause me to die

But those are the only
I feel I can write on

I already feel weak
I already feel ill

I can't concentrate
Must mean this poem
is over.