It's Over Poem by ashley carmella

Thrown out at 18, virginity lost years before,
She has nowhere to go, she's homeless, she's poor.
In order to get a few dollars, she sells herself,
Preferably to men of wealth.
Just as low as her reputation can possibly be, she's
diagnosed with HIV.
Never stopped her ways just as expected, she's
pregnant, another baby now infected.
Losing her life for a few days pay, constantly scared
hoping she'll wake up the next day.
Never went to the clinic, she's ashamed, afraid, now
she's contracted what is known as full blown AIDS.
She's dying. Constantly crying, not even trying to
regain her pride for her remainding time alive.
Regret.
The main reason she is upset.
No matter how hard she tries to forget,
It's Over.