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MyThoughts · (#2 (**permalink**))

Caught up in this life, teenage single mother rearing babies
Appearing shaky, so young but a persevering lady
Can’t pay no bills, can’t get a decent job
Can’t afford a sitter, so forced to steal and rob
And rely on handouts from child benefit cheques
And when times got hard wished she did not have any kids yet
Cheques wasn’t enough to keep her baby dressed to impressed
The need to show all her friends she was far from stressed
The worry lines began appearing on an aging youthful face
She was tired all the time; she was gauging her truthful place
An undeveloped mind, she was young in the head
A baby at sixteen when college should have begun instead
Stuck in this world, living in hell on her own
She used to cry to herself, all the time she felt all alone
Wanted to run away from this life contemplated bringing it to an end
Who could she turn to, no strength, no leaning on a friend
There was no means to her end, no end to her meaning
Felt forced to sell her body, her baby in the next room screaming
Couldn’t make ends meat, so life had defeated her
Committed suicide left her baby at the father’s side
Praying it was heaven that greeted her
And there you go another deceased
So many, living in the belly of the beast