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My name is Sarah
I am bout 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 mummy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do owt wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mummy comes
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 bout three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah.
And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and
don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you
would have to be one heartless person to not be
effected by this story. And because you are effected, do
something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take
some time to send this on and acknowledge that this
stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our
society,
and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die,
but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might
sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~*
I'm going to draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist
And when I've drawn that picture
A fountain will appear
And drain away my troubles
And drain away my fear Invite As Friend
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I'm going to draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist
And when I've drawn that picture
A fountain will appear
And drain away my troubles
And drain away my fear
