A Pregnant Teen by T.M
Night after night I lay alone in my bed and i try to think about what’s right. I’m only 18 and there’s a baby on the way. I left my boyfriend, but I always wish he was here. But I’m not I’m not alone though this hell, because my family loves me enough to stay right here. I’ve tried and tried to get him to understand, but his actions show me he doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter because he will be the one that misses out, simply because h chose not to be there. Until then my little girl is still on the way as an innocent soul stand in the middle. I don’t think me and him will speak before march 18Th.
