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I read about this from my friends profile here on VR. It's from a thread that had been posted a last year... please copy and paste this to your journal - believe me, many other people have, and for good reason. This broke my heart reading it, but it is important. There is no lower creature than one who abuses a child.





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

depressed and alone

why does he ignore.

i am just air

weeping in the dark.

depressed and alone.



Why cant he see

i've always been alone.

Who am i,

a weeping whisp of sound.

Might no one see me?



I hate this life,

I hate this painful filling.

Could I be caring?

for him I think I am.

Why does he ignore?



Silently in my quite weeping corner

silver flashes like a bright wink of light.

I must hurt, must bleed

I must not care

for he, this one I care for

cannot see

this silent whisp of life.



I hate this feeling

I love him painfully.

My hearts hi fragments,

weeping in my chest.

why do I feel this way?



Depressed and alone

and weeping to myself.

i silently love him,

the hope of my life.



I love him

He doesnt know

I care for him

He cannot see

But pray, one day

he might

for I will always care...

She cries but nobady sees her tears

He holds her hand so innocently- cannot realize

Its for him

She sits here now and cries.

When her face looks saddened he replaces her smile- without a clue

Its for him shes upset-

For she cannot speak whats true.

Being with him means the world to her

Yet it hurts her beyond words too

For she silently longs to say the words-

" I am in love with you."

I wonder if he realizes how much I care about him...

That I spend hours thinking about him...

Hours talking about him.

I wonder if he realizes that all my friends know about him,

But he doesn't even know them.

Does it even cross his mind that someone right under his nose cares so much about him?

That everything makes me think of him...

Many song lyrics remind me of him.

Does it even occur to him that the person who loves him is right in front of him?

I guess it's not that obvious.

One day I'll tell him everything...

How I've day-dreamed about us being together..

That I've dreamt of kissing him or being in his arms...

Maybe one day I'll tell him,

But today is not that day.

Chipped black nails as she writes a new song

All about the man to whom her heart belongs

He doesn’t know her - couldn’t care less

Doesn’t even notice when she dresses her best

See, this girl knows a little something

About getting her fragile heart torn and broken

She can’t bear it, not anymore

Her taped up heart has blood on the floor



Tired of happiness

Tired of breathing

Sick of spending nights crying and grieving

Always smiling, always beaming

But behind those black rimmed eyes,

She’s sick of living



Bleeding wrists as she falls asleep

All because this boy can’t see her...

See this poor girls never been liked

Never had a boyfriend who treated her right

Pain and sorrow is all she knows

Nothing is her life can she control

Empty bliss, messed up wrists

Alone every night, without any friends



Tell her she’s beautiful

Tell her you love her

And stop her painful crying

She’s dying on the inside... with the want for you.

Your lives aren't bad

so think instead

that all your problems

are in your head



you try and think

your futures bleak

so you can join

the emo clique



you dont conform?

well thats a shame

your hair, clothes, and music

are all the same



so when 'lifes crap'

(you in a mood)

imagian lofe

without food



our lives are so good

we look like kings

in africa

they have nothing



yes we all have problems

some short some long

but instead of sulking

dtand up and be strong



and if you were going to self harm

you'd tell no one

intead of raising the alarm



i wont tell you how you should

but think about it

our lives are good



just think and ponder

for awhile

dont frown or cry

just laugh and smile



coz were the ones who have the best reason to....



standing up for individuality and realisation...



our lives

i sit in the darkness

head in my knees

wishing he was close to me

and not far from me, like he is...



my heart feels heavy

my body aches

another beating

from that kid who hates



i cried all day

now i cut my wrist

to end the pain

the pain without your kiss...

why do you hate me

why do you care

why cant you see

i'm dying



im slicing my wrist

writing a sad song

crying for help

this has gone for too long



my dad doesnt know me

my mumshe does love me

people just dont care

so fuck all of you



its getting worse now

more scars on my arms

i want to stop but how

i dont know

help me, please.

i've had it

i'm crying while your laughing

the unkindest cuts are those unseen

you hate me and i know it

you pick me up to slam me down

my pain you seem to need

youre laughing, screaming, in my head

jeering as i bleed

you call me emo, freak, goth

you shriek that i'm a whore

you slap me, hit me, break my heart

throw me out the door

what will you do, now that i'm gone?

where will you get your fix now?

But hear me now, im not here for you

I can live eithout you and your hurt.. stay away..

stay away, its you that makes me hurt.. I hurt, i hate, I cry..

crying, cutting is what i have now..

leave me alone, will someone not help me..

some might say why bother

why do you then..

i like my hurt because now im numb..

leave me alone this dismal world...

You think shes happy

yet her smile is so wornout

she wears a fake one instead

she hides her world

of sorrow and self-destruction

behind this mask and act

because each and every day

is an endless struggle for perfection

filled with pain and agony

shes so lost and torn up

shes forgotten her reason for living

and she realises

life is so fucked up and unjust

its not even worth it

she always tries her best

to fit in and please

but it was never good enough

she feels like a failure

like a worthless pathetic good-for-nothing

she loathes herself

in every way possible

believing she deserves nothing

but pain and misery

and she feels so dead inside

she longs to see the blood

drip off her wrist

to finally be alive

each and every memory

is inscribes in her scars

shes now broken

left alone in the dark

never to be found

as she sits in the corner

with no sign of life

as the tears flood her face

thoughts run through her mind

broken heart aches and turns

as blood flows off her wrists...

now... now shes alive...

Please take the time to read this and ponder it’s meaning:



“Child Abuse”



My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see.



I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?



I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.



I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long.



When I awake

I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.



When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight.



Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car.

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.



I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.



I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.



He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault.

That he suffers at work.



He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.



He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.



I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.



"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.



The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!



And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.



My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

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!!!!There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help. Copy and send this poetry and maybe most of people will become more wise !!!!!!



This poem was copied from Olnix profile.

I made another “improvement” on my body today.

Next to the one i did the day before.

And I hate to say…

I love making “improvements.”

The numb feeling that goes all through your body when the metal touches your skin.

Don’t ya love it?

The power you feel when it’s over,

and holding a secret that no one else knows.

It’s a precious thing.

she sits in a corner

the pain inside is too much to bear

she takes out the only thing that helps with her pain

it is her new best friend



she opens the blade

she knows she shouldn’t do it

so many people say it’s wrong

but it’s the only way to make the pain go away



she cuts once

she waits

the blood starts to come to the surface

she can feel the release it brings



she cuts again

this time it’s deeper

the more blood she sheds

the less she feels the pain inside



she hears footsteps in the hall

she quickly puts her friend away

and hides the wounds she has just made

she can’t let them know



she’s afraid that if they find out

they’ll take away her friend

her security

her life



she leaves her room

acting like she is the happy child they expect her to be

but inside

she’s a troubled teen with fears and lots of pain



she doesn’t let people get too close

she’s afraid they might get hurt

afraid that they’ll hurt her

she lives alone in her mind



she hates the way people lie to her

telling her they care

telling her they understand

begging her to believe them



she doesn’t believe anyone

if she believed them

she would only be hurt again

and that would be too much of a risk to take in her state



she’s hurt a lot of people

and for that she is truly sorry

that is why she refuses to get too close

that is why she remains so far

The cuts lead to scars,

scars tell stories,

which no one understands,

no one but me....



there is nothing more addictive

than a wound self-inflicted....