one time
two times
three
spin her around until she cant see
one time
two times
three times
four
spin her around 'till she falls to the floor
isn't she lovely
as she downs the whole glass
vomiting on cue
her definition of class
she wakes up the next morning
to find stains on her dress
the air thick with cheap alcohol
the apartment's a mess
what the hell happened?
but there's no where to begin
except with that pill
those boys happened to slip in-
to the drink on the counter
that she held in her hand
and soon, within minutes
she could no longer stand
they touched her
yes, thats what the boys did
they defiled a girl
when she was still just a kid
she now lies awake
in a dimly lit room
with the thought of the child
that is growing in her womb
why me?
what did i do to deserve this she cries
it was one simple mistake
that ruined so many lives
she can't handle this
her cup of innocence has bee spilt
so she picks up the gun
she can't deal with the guilt
she cocks the gun back
and opens her mouth wide
she quickly pulls the trigger
killing her and the baby inside
