Pregnant at 15

Pregnant at 15
I did not feel pristine
Telling my mom was the hardest
I wanted to hide in the darkness
My boyfriend was not allowed in
My mom saw him as a sin
2 months later
My mom called me a faker
I lost my baby
She didn't believe me
Depression set in
My world began to spin
I had lost my baby and boyfriend
I felt condemed
Suicide felt like the only option
But when put into action
I had failed
But because I bailed
I exhaled
Feeling broken and defeat

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