I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am 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 werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
atau else i locked up
all hari long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against the wall
i try to hide
from his evil eyes
im so afraid now
im starting to cry
he finds me weeping
calls me ugly words
he says it's my fault
he suffers at work
he slaps and hits me
and yells at me more
i finally get free
and run for the door
he's already locked it
i start to bawl
he takes me and throws me
against the hard wall
i fall to the floor
my Bones nearly broken
and my daddy continues
with lebih bad words spoken
"im sorry,"i scream
but it's much to late
his face has been twisted
into an unimaginable shape
the hurt and pain
again and again
oh please god have mercy
oh please let it end
and finally he stops
and heads for the door
while i stay there motionless
sprawled on the floor
my name is sarah
i am three
and tonight my daddy
murdered me
and anda can help
sickens me to the soul
and if anda read this
and don't pass it on
i pray to the gods for your forgivness
cuz anda would have to be
one heartless person
to not be affected sejak this poem
and because anda are affected
do something about it
so i ask anda to do two things:
get this to the highest rated senarai so everyone can read this
AND IF anda AGAINST CHILD ABUSE PASS THIS O
my name is sarah
i am 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 werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
atau else i locked up
all hari long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against the wall
i try to hide
from his evil eyes
im so afraid now
im starting to cry
he finds me weeping
calls me ugly words
he says it's my fault
he suffers at work
he slaps and hits me
and yells at me more
i finally get free
and run for the door
he's already locked it
i start to bawl
he takes me and throws me
against the hard wall
i fall to the floor
my Bones nearly broken
and my daddy continues
with lebih bad words spoken
"im sorry,"i scream
but it's much to late
his face has been twisted
into an unimaginable shape
the hurt and pain
again and again
oh please god have mercy
oh please let it end
and finally he stops
and heads for the door
while i stay there motionless
sprawled on the floor
my name is sarah
i am three
and tonight my daddy
murdered me
and anda can help
sickens me to the soul
and if anda read this
and don't pass it on
i pray to the gods for your forgivness
cuz anda would have to be
one heartless person
to not be affected sejak this poem
and because anda are affected
do something about it
so i ask anda to do two things:
get this to the highest rated senarai so everyone can read this
AND IF anda AGAINST CHILD ABUSE PASS THIS O
I know what happened,
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
anda told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand sejak
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
anda are never
alone.
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
anda told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand sejak
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
anda are never
alone.