I didn’t know there was a baby,
A foetus growing inside.
Not knowing about my baby hurt,
I cried and cried and cried.
A man beat me up,
Now my baby is dead.
The pain to much to bare,
I now hold a gun to my head.
On the count of four,
I’m going to end my pain once and for all.
I need a lot of help rite now,
But no one hears my call.
Out of hospital,
I can’t bare the pain no more.
Good-bye everyone i love,
One, two, three, four.
What did you think
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I too hope this is not a true story if so than i am truly sorry
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LIke a scary fairytale
The way this is told reminds me of ring-a-ring of roses. But the subject matter is dire and sad, i hope this isn't a true story and if it is my deepest condolences.
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