try not to cry (i reposted this)

Try not to cry

Try Not to Cry

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school.




He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.




Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.




I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.




When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.




Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.




And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.




But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.




But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.




I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.




Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

Please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.




But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I have to cancel the date.




I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost Please if you would, Don't smash this on the ground. If you pass this on, Maybe people will cry, Just keep this in your heart, For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".




Now you have 2 choices,

1) Pass this on, and show people you care, re-post as "Try Not To Cry"

2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how cold-hearted you really are...

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

p.s Im scared so I put this here

help this could indrectly change a life!

~*~*STOP CHILD ABUSE *~*~* 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 mummy 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 all alone The house is dark My parents aren't home When my mummy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just get One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From falselie'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 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, 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. 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 *~*~
remember pass this on by posting it on your profile also read puppyhus's child abuse blog as well which is the same thing leave a comment there. ________________________________________________________________

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