Pregnant and 17

by Lette of Darkness   Apr 4, 2009


How could this even happen to me...
I'm pregnant and I'm seventeen.
I have no money, I have no house,
I have no one to help me out.
I'm lost within, what can I do?
This baby didn't ask to be here...
When my baby is born, I have this fear,
I have a fear I can't provide,
Things I need for my baby to survive.
I don't talk to the daddy,
I don't know where he is,
I have no other...to help raise this kid.
I've been living were ever my head let me rest,
I try my absolute hardest to do my very best.
I'm so young; I've messed up so much
And all sorts of other stuff and such,
My family will never understand...
Why I feel so lost,
If I could be a normal chick,
I would give any thing, any cost...
All I want to do is raise a kid and be there to give and love,
But I don't understand why people don't know,
When I had enough...
They tell me I am stupid,
Dumb and immature,
How can I be that way...?
When I know how to endure...
I have lived with all these problems,
While being abused and living on my own,
With a guy where the love never shown,
But look at what it did for me it taught me and made me grown.
But now I don't know what to do... but I don't really care,
About anything only to give this child a home
With every thing I can share.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Fredy

    Quite the problem yet you captured it brilliantly

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