Deadbeat?A Poem by Erin BresnahanHis heart is beating, faster and faster, faster and faster. Time is ticking, Slower and slower, Slower oh so slower. She is running out of time, Time is money to her. Money to feed her kid, That some say she had way too young. She never thought she would end up this way. Meeting with strange men, Just to make ends meet. Ends meet? More like deadbeat, That's what she thought anyway. She came from a wealthy family, But was always the outcast. Having depression was the least of her problems. She was beaten, Beaten by her no good, filthy, alcoholic mother. She the only child out of three to ever get hit. She was constantly left out, Never was invited to go shopping or to dinner. And finally when she got pregnant at 17 was cut off. Now you could say this was her own fault. She choice certain aspects of her life but, If she had a choice, she would be saving people. Saving them from abusive parents. Saving them from making stupid decisions. Saving them from changing their life for the worse. Saving them, from being like her. © 2015 Erin BresnahanAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 5, 2015 Last Updated on November 5, 2015 AuthorErin BresnahanTaunton, MAAboutEighteen year old writer from MA looking to make a name for herself. more.. |