I never felt a pain, that I could not stop, until I left my poor baby, at the city bus stop. I placed him in a basket, and wrapped him warm in a blanket, hoping someone nice, will decide to take it. The life I was giving him, wasn't at all good, I couldn't care for him, the way a mother should. See, we were living, on these dangerous streets, and I couldn't provide him, with enough to eat. I can't find my mom, or anyone who will help. It is the saddest thing, My heart has ever felt. SO, I pulled out my pen, and wrote a note, opened up his blanket, then pinned it on his coat, I tearfully said goodbye, though I really didn't want to go, but decided it was best, for us both not to die in the snow. . . No one will know what happened to us, because no one really cares, and at the age of thirteen, I already know that life isn't fair, so I left him at the bus stop, then numbly walked away from my past. Found myself a dumpster, and threw myself amongst its trash. . .
Reason for writing:
Please don't ask if this poem is about me. I hate when people do that. No I haven't abandoned a baby, then threw myself in some trash. (chile) Anyways, I wrote this poem a long time ago, but I looked it up after seeing a report about legislatives trying to legalize abandoment.
Birth sign: Libra
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