Petalx• Show poetry

sigh i dont realy know how to decribe me

everyone else have there own idea about who im but im not really sure

im the one when everyone else is in panic mode could not give a shit

im the one whom seem never to be able to open up

im the one everyone thinks have the perfect life

im the one who cant really let go

im the heartless bitch they all love to say

 

But really who im i try to find out that answer everyday

and i think im the little girl who's a afraid to get hurt who never show's the real her

But then again i could be talking or i should say typing a whole bunch of bullshit its up to you to decide

She Was Only 5..this is sad! Body: Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endure A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place? But she grabs her bear And softly cries She loves her parents But they want her to die She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, "Please God, why is My life always sinking? " Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did Then one night Her mom came home high And the poor child was beaten As hours went by Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made She thrusted the blade Right in her chest, "You deserve to die You worthless piece of *bunny*! The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying Police showed up At the small little house Then quickly barged in Everything quiet as a mouse One officer slowly Opened a door To find the little girl Lying dead on the floor It must have been bad To go through so much harm But atleast she died With her best friend in her arms A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for Auroura (the little girl), and you hate child abuse with a passion, you will repost this and help out those abused children, and let them know that someone cares for them. It doesn't take that long only about 10 seconds so please just do it. : she was only 5 and never loved ... "A shot to kill the pain A pill to drain the shame A purge to stop the gain A cut to break the vein A smoke to ease the crave A drink to win the game An addiction's an addiction Because it always hurts the same"