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AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
This is a very sad, but true poem, if you are against child abuse, or know someone who is going through it, then please tell it to your friends.
You never know, it MIGHT just save someones life.
It may sound strange, but sometimes it takes something like this, to change someones life, its not going to cost you anything, just show your support by taking this poem.
thank you. This poem was taken from a fantastic site called
www.piczo.com/tempted-to-terrorise, which was made to make people think
about abuse.
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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 of have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish i were better.
I wish i weren't ugly,
Then maby 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 day long.
When i awake I'm alone
The house is dark.
My folks aren't home.
When Mommy does come home
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's back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse.
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 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
I fall with my bones already broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"Im Sorry!",
I scream But its too late.
His Face twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
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.
This is a very sad, but true poem, if you are against child abuse, or know someone who is going through it, then please tell it to your friends.
You never know, it MIGHT just save someones life.
It may sound strange, but sometimes it takes something like this, to change someones life, its not going to cost you anything, just show your support by taking this poem.
thank you. This poem was taken from a fantastic site called
www.piczo.com/tempted-to-terrorise, which was made to make people think
about 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 of have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish i were better.
I wish i weren't ugly,
Then maby 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 day long.
When i awake I'm alone
The house is dark.
My folks aren't home.
When Mommy does come home
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's back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse.
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 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
I fall with my bones already broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"Im Sorry!",
I scream But its too late.
His Face twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
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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AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
This is a very sad, but true poem, if you are against child abuse, or know someone who is going through it, then please tell it to your friends.
You never know, it MIGHT just save someones life.
It may sound strange, but sometimes it takes something like this, to change someones life, its not going to cost you anything, just show your support by taking this poem.
thank you. This poem was taken from a fantastic site called
www.piczo.com/tempted-to-terrorise, which was made to make people think
about 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 of have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish i were better.
I wish i weren't ugly,
Then maby 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 day long.
When i awake I'm alone
The house is dark.
My folks aren't home.
When Mommy does come home
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's back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse.
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 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
I fall with my bones already broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"Im Sorry!",
I scream But its too late.
His Face twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
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.
This is a very sad, but true poem, if you are against child abuse, or know someone who is going through it, then please tell it to your friends.
You never know, it MIGHT just save someones life.
It may sound strange, but sometimes it takes something like this, to change someones life, its not going to cost you anything, just show your support by taking this poem.
thank you. This poem was taken from a fantastic site called
www.piczo.com/tempted-to-terrorise, which was made to make people think
about 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 of have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish i were better.
I wish i weren't ugly,
Then maby 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 day long.
When i awake I'm alone
The house is dark.
My folks aren't home.
When Mommy does come home
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's back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse.
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 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
I fall with my bones already broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"Im Sorry!",
I scream But its too late.
His Face twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
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.