• Mary had a dead beat dad
    his fist hit hard and cold
    Every time that mary screamed
    Her dad would hit two fold
    One day mary ran away
    She sought escape from home
    She ran until her legs collapsed
    Left withered and alone


    Two men saw mary late one night
    They sought to take advantage
    Mary noticed and she tried to fight
    But had the least of leverage
    As mary lay with blood still fresh
    Her mind and body numb
    She thought of how to end it all
    Each thought so very glum


    A body lay upon on the ground
    That of a dead young lady
    Her body bruised with blood around
    Skin still warm but faintly
    On her chest a message etched
    The message reads as follows
    "I dont deserve to live
    and neither does my father
    because of this fact
    I feel an overwhelming sorrow"



    This may have been a story
    But its one rooted in truth
    A child is a gift
    We must protect the youth