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~*~*~This was posted in a friend's journal and I read it. This was originally a thread in the forum called "Child Abuse." I have seen it in my friend's lives while growing up and I went through other forms of abuse too, so it made me cry and remember some of the pain. I remember just wishing I could have someone to talk to and began talking to myself when I was very young. I learned to depend on myself to get through everything but it would have meant so much to have a friend, a companion to talk to or even help me. Just remember no one is ever alone in the world.~*~*~





"She was only five

This is what happened

When she was alive...





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 endore





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 crys

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 pest!"





The mom walked out

Leaving the girl slowly dieing

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

Lieing on the floor





It must have been bad

To go through so much harm

But at least 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 little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this in your journal and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them. It doesn't take that long only about 10 seconds so please just do it."