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 shit!
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.
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she was only 5 and never loved ...
this poem was written by an unknown person...I am posting it for the truth that it holds and because I was asked to
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wow...
im trying to stain away from chains, but otherwise id repost it...
wow this is so sad. -
heartbreaking...
As a parent, this poem about this little girl just hit my heart-strings. I can't even fathom the cruelty in the world sometimes. Children need our love and attention. I was fortunate to have good parents, but at the age of 5, I went through a great deal of trauma at my babysitters' house. My dad was struggling as a single parent, and my mom was struggling with depression, although she was a very loving mom to me and my brother during our weekend visits.
Thank God my dad pulled me and my brother out of there when he saw the deep bruises on my brother's arm. He never did find out about the sex abuse that I went through, and my 8 year old brother and I were far too terrified to ever tell anyone back then. I repressed it until the memories came flushing back in my early twenties. I was fortunate that I didn't turn out like those who abused me, because it doesn't always work out that way. I can still hear my cries in a locked bathroom. I was only 5, and it was 32 years ago, but it's still there, and I wish it weren't sometimes. I just pray that Rick (the teen who abused me) is in prison today, and that he didn't molest any other kids like he did me.
Rick's mom was not very nice, and she was always out in her garden. She always treated us as if we were burdens from what I remember. Her husband, Blacky, was my school bus driver, and he was one of the nicest people I ever met at that age, but I can't help but wonder if maybe that was just a mask he wore. One day, Blacky gave each of the kids a sucker and $1 when we got on the bus. I thought he was the best thing since Legos at the time. Maybe, he and his wife we molesting their own children, and that really sickens me if that's what was happening.
I used to blame myself for not ever saying anything about it, and it took so long to realize that you can't fault yourself for being a child, and being too scared to open up. Besides, as soon as we were out of there, the memories were gone completely out of my mind until I was old enough to be able to handle them. I talked about this with my son when he was 8, and it was probably the hardest conversation I ever had in my life. I wanted him to know that he could come to me any time, no matter what, and that I will always be here to listen to him and his little sister.
I pray that this little girl who held for dear life to her teddy bear is playing in Heaven, where she is finally with those who cherish her always.
To re-post the poem, do I just copy and paste it, and send it to others on AP members? -
WOW.....this poem really hit home!! What a shame, no child should ever have to endure abuse like this, in fact any kind of abuse, whether it be physical or mental (verbally)......Thanks for sharing this sad, sad, piece. Take care and spread the word!!
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Thank you for posting...so many, only see the good, while desperation lives in the shadows...leaf
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damn i'm speechless
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I hear you, I hear the little girl too; this happens to so many children around the world and it's disgusting. Thank you for telling me of this and inviting me to read, there are people in the world who care and are simply fighting to be heard. Thank you more importantly for giving this little girl her voice. La x
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This is so sad but child abuse is such a bad problem eveywhere thank you for shairng this with me.Much love to you
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