Your Child by ~*o~*M@R+H@*~o~*
You told me come on it won’t hurt
I said sure just to give you the pleasure
Now you left me you have no shame
To me your dead you got no measure
How could I be so stupid look at me now
What am I going to do ? Where will I go.
My parents will kill me when they know
They always said I was a B_I_T_C_H_
Now I’m three months pregnant and you say who are you
I guess I deserve this and more for what I’ve done
How could you do this to me
I just feel like committing suicide my child will have no father
In a way that’s great because you are never going to see you child
You don’t even deserve to speak to me with all that shame you got
Don’t you dare even come near me I should’ve listened to my parents
~this poem is about one of my friends~
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