This is sooooooo sad

My name is Becky
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 Becky
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.



There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky.
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.
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Originally posted by: brightlightstar


Here's another one that touched me even more deeply...

Her name was Auroura,
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 up 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 was 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 endure
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 cries;
She loves her parents,
But they want her to die.
She sits in the corner,
Quiet but thinking, God, why?
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.
The poor child was hit and slapped
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 dying.
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying.
Police showed up
At the small sad house.
They quickly barged in...
Everything was quiet as a mouse.
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying 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.